This is a song about "Real numbers"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

The numbers burst my head

Ain't finna peak yet

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

They bringing me fish and chips

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry