This is a song about "Number values"

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

The giant number who miss you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

That's why poverty is the number one element

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

Then lost my faith again

Go on killing spree number ten