This is a song about "Number 1 champ"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yo man bars part number three

I'm a champ but i don't settle for secondary

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

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

And i know that you're open

Lets go, we're number one

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

If your number one then i'm number two since i'm

Im number one your number two

I'll tell you baby that we're through