This is a song about "Numbers man"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

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

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

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I roll my dice because i'm all about the numbers and the fame/

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Cutting me this worthless check

The numbers burst my head

In numbers as her body decomposed.

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,