This is a song about "Number 12"

And word i blew off herb i grew

The giant number who miss you

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Im number one yall steady think this is your race,

But you never come when you period is five days

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Against the person who used to be number one!

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

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

What them tippers don't see

Fuck, i was number three,

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Number three, you never even flow with the beat