This is a song about "I broke up with my ex girl here s her number sike that s the wron g number"

Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

I'm coming up with the bigger number no doubt,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

I'm took my number and i waited in line

I took my number, i waited in line

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit