This is a song about "Numbers"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

In numbers as her body decomposed.

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

(pause)........or ill put sum numbers on yo ass like a license plate,

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Love passion flashin gassin fibonacci sequence spiral numbers frivolous