This is a song about "Multiplied by the number of undiscovered minus the existence of dinosaur"

Thousands of people slammed by the typhoon

And her smile lit up the room

So sit the fuck down before i blow you our of existence bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And emt is the greatest emcee in existence

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

By twisting the definition of superstitious.

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

Scraped it on the side, you call me dinosaur

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

Number of victims run off the page/