This is a song about "The stats"

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

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

Do the math, get the sum

Something wicked this way come

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Check the stats, my team winning

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I'm the nigga with the juice

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Got the passion for the music

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the