This is a song about "Number"

Then lost my faith again

Go on killing spree number ten

I took my number, i waited in line

Let me put my funk on this one time

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

Number one position, i wanna be the greatest.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

That's why poverty is the number one element

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked