This is a song about "Italian numbers"

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

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

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers