This is a song about "Number 42"

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Put my number in your phone

So is dr. j and moses malone

Go on killing spree number ten

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Im number one your number two

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Lets go, we're number one

Yeah.......we got that number six

And now your best friend's having kids