This is a song about "Spanish numbers"

The numbers burst my head

Kick back and know yo son set

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

So is dr. j and moses malone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Girls on the street asking for numbers

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Many times i damage when i rhyme in spanish,

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Chomping at your oxygen chords

People wonder at the numbers of hordes