This is a song about "The stats"

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And we can't fall

Where the ball meets the wall

Check the stats, my team winning

I do the right thing

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

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes