This is a song about "Lost numbers"

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Chomping at your oxygen chords

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

You told me to get lost

In numbers as her body decomposed.

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

The deadliest set of mcs wrecking necks and getting checks with several numbers"

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

The numbers burst my head

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

People wonder at the numbers of hordes