This is a song about "Let me get your number"

Far away from home

Put my number in your phone

If only i could rap to you

Im number one your number two

Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Get on your knees bitch, let me whip you with a wet rag,

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Get out the battle section, ur number now but your girl said you gotta small erection,

Let me be your rap teacher

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But am i less holy

Let my temper get me