This is a song about "My coach gave me the number 23"

My dad caught me and told me "dat i didnt gave u the permit"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Callin me out? dood u ain't got my number ur not on my level

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

Than 40 year old rappers talking about gucci

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

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

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call