This is a song about "Could nine"

I’m sick and tired of criminals, i’m locking up a nine,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

I gots cravin for a number nine

Guess im ahead of my time

But the same deposition take it every time

I've got as many inches as he's got day's; nine

Westside, bitch i run mine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

I'm running out of time

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

You emcees you agree or i squeeze this nine

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time