This is a song about "Numbers"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

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

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

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

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

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

We come through throbbing like thunder storms