This is a song about "A number nine large"

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Guess im ahead of my time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine"

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Lady g, willy b in time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Put em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Two was a good number for you,

I call em up, they might fall through

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,