This is a song about "Number 1"

I'm not even getting paid, wait till' i'm number 1 next decade/

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

I swooped up the number 1 pick like i had the scoop from the

As she goes through the levels

#1 (#single #syllables)

It's obvious i'm crazy

For that j number three

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Go on killing spree number ten

So we can live again