This is a song about "Prime numbers"

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I'm optimus prime - causing a famine

Kick back and know yo son set

The numbers burst my head

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

In numbers as her body decomposed.

Save some, save none at the same time

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

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Prime your rotting corpse with lime