This is a song about "9 shots"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I delete they history

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Imma give you 9 shots, then see who fucking with me.

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,

I'm going back to cali

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Duck duck, say goose

Call my shots, like babe ruth/