This is a song about "Letters and numbers"

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But how can you start a line without any letters

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird

In numbers as her body decomposed.

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

The jiggas and the tips

Mo' green numbers than the matrix