This is a song about "Prime numbers"

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

But that was only one time

It was all bad

Numbers don't i see that?

I'm here anytime, so gawk at my sublime line's from my prime/

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

It's like watching pac in his prime/

Welcome to organized crime

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

In numbers as her body decomposed.

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

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