This is a song about "9 mm"

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

People critically commenting,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

I'm spiritually corrupted

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

I knocked you out like anesthesia

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time