This is a song about "Them numbers"

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

Sneak up on attack

Numbers don't i see that?

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns