This is a song about "Numbers runnerstar"

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,