This is a song about "10 9"

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Some synth weed now my vision is blurry

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

10 fives, 5 tens, 8 twenties its nothin!

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I knocked you out like anesthesia

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

They used to call me the future

9 milli or the ruger

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs