This is a song about "Integers real rational irrational ehole numbers"

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

So i guess that's where i hide my things