Numbers on yo head

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Dad asked me if I had a secret, I said..man, I said: “you really want to know?”
I stop arguing, I let him shoot the jumper I don’t guard him
Don’t gotta give me roses, I got flowers in the garden
I see where it’s going 'fore we even get started
Wrote the book but the truth what we jotted in the margins
We was wildin, we was starvin
Nowadays we bump heads, I’ll likely beg your pardon
Keep on truckin, disconnected you can keep pushing buttons
It’s nothing, its nothing, its nothing
Numbers on my head, you do the math
I’d rather subtract than add if you speedin, sooner or later bound to crash