This is a song about "Numbers"

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

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Ain't even tryna hold back

Numbers don't i see that?

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

The numbers burst my head

Holla out my set

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

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me