This is a song about "Number theory"

That's why poverty is the number one element

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Could i make you my baby

Fuck, i was number three,

Put my number in your phone

You're the corner stone

Lets go, we're number one

Mami... she open, she open

No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame