This is a song about "Italian numbers"

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

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

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

Ain't finna peak yet

The numbers burst my head

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

When i'm low, she take me high

Riper than italian rye

Faggot talk shit you'll get whacked call me italian.

Make them more insecure when they caught one

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

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