This is a song about "Lost numbers"

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

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

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

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

You told me to get lost

And i don't want

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

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers