This is a song about "Pin numbers"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Then they slee-pin below not six but seven

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Oldest nation on this earth

That id hit every single word in pin point precision,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition