This is a song about "9 11"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

9/11 terrorism the terrorist is them, as shit starts to get worse n more lies start to resurface

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

99.9 sun fm, shut the fuck up its 9 am

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade