This is a song about "Statistics"

Every soul matter not just statistics

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Look up the statistics, and then reflect your mood

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Blowing up all statistics

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

According to statistics i'll fuck you up worse than jeffery dahmer with a sharp thermometer

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Statistics show....have a look at the histogram

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan