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

Im trying to see her in bed

The numbers burst my head

Nice then nasty..she transform like optimus prime

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Im bout to enter my prime

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

When i haven't even hit my prime

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Before we see it's hard to live

In the prime of my life

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

In numbers as her body decomposed.