This is a song about "Them numbers"

I roll my dice because i'm all about the numbers and the fame/

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Chomping at your oxygen chords