This is a song about "Number 9"

Lets go, we're number one

Top ranked, number one my son

Number one selfie taker

But that's what he liked her

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Fuck, i was number three,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

The giant number who miss you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Yo man bars part number three

That's why poverty is the number one element

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked