This is a song about "A number nine large"

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

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

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Even went large like a burger king combo

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards