This is a song about "The stats"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

They keep pouncing on us like cats , bring up the survey man , they must have known the stats

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Don't you fall from grace

The streetz is aint the safe

The bigger the the fun

I wonder so often

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

The way the stats setted out i was the favourite on paper