This is a song about "You ve got my number"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

She was just number one of many girls that fulfilled my fantasies

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I'm took my number and i waited in line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I’ll just give you my number think it over

Good love then i can do that for her

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Callin me out? dood u ain't got my number ur not on my level