This is a song about "Italian numbers"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Love passion flashin gassin fibonacci sequence spiral numbers frivolous

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Riper than italian rye

Yeah, since i was a knee high

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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