This is a song about "Number 1 champ"

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Shit with our whole family

For that j number three

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Cause i got the burner in the hand

You tried to go for a rap champ,

And do i need to mention when

Go on killing spree number ten

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Im number one your number two