This is a song about "Prime numbers"

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Sound off for a man in his prime

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Like a even better pac in his prime

But cant denie the fact im coming to my prime.

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Inferior, but i'm nice

In the prime of my life

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

When i haven't even hit my prime

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Numbers don't i see that?

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Always gonna be the first in my prime