This is a song about "Numbers"

Numbers don't i see that?

Quick flipping up sexy back

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

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

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

(pause)........or ill put sum numbers on yo ass like a license plate,

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Talking of the gods you serve

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

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