This is a song about "9 thoushand"

But i know i see better days

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Livin on a yacht yeah maritime

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

I'm spiritually corrupted

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

9/11 was way worse than anticipated

With a 9 in the belt

Niggas in the street scared

Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine