This is a song about "Letters and numbers"

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

It was all bad

Numbers don't i see that?

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird

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

Applying pressure when i put together letters

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Ressurect the best when i spread letters my testament

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics