This is a song about "Just a number"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood

I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

Dc, man over money

For that j number three

Number five, your raps reflect your life? that's a lie

Never meant to make your daughter to cry