This is a song about "Numbers"

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

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

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

To destroy artist till you'll have to guess the numbers by triple digit estimates.

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal

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

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers