This is a song about "Te one"

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

One after the other one, then i make another one

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

You better keep counting them one by one

First one was stabbed, second one was strangled,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

One man one vote, now achieved

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Top ranked, number one my son

Really could be the best one.

Leaving one by one till there was none

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Now u get te best of me

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe