This is a song about "Your number 1"

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Some trolls collect a toll- 1.e.x.i? she collects your soul

Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Number six, you're braggin how you run with your cliques

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

In 1 , 2 , 3 blaw i will get your ass fucked and you know how

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

1 punch from me your not gna like

But i gotta make sure i’m right