This is a song about "Glock nine"

I find dimes like nine - five

That's real shit real nigga life

Got that nine yea im faded

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

My heat concealed and its that black nine

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

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine