This is a song about "Number 1 in the stocks"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Its dark, so for this im great, im in the house with my #1 mate

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Before i leave home

Put my number in your phone

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis