This is a song about "That s the wrong number"

I'm worried about the things that could go wrong.

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Baffled that it's a joke to some and we're the ones that are wrong

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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

And that´s how it has begun

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

The giant number who miss you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see