This is a song about "Ration numbers"

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

She smiles; a niggas full of passion