This is a song about "The number 15"

Shit, i'm still number one on the podium for ill rhymes

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

All this stuff started when the number of the cops was dialed

Number one position, i wanna be the greatest.

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood