This is a song about "Prime numbers"

Inferior, but i'm nice

In the prime of my life

When i haven't even hit my prime

Westside, bitch i run mine

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Sound off for a man in his prime

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Wonder if they take it all back

Numbers don't i see that?

Doctor said i was fine

It's like watching pac in his prime/

And just in time your head is mine

Like a even better pac in his prime

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Jt: my mom’s been so alone