This is a song about "Italian numbers"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Riper than italian rye

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

All green nigga pick six