This is a song about "Glock nine"

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

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

In my hand theres a nine

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Too unorthodox for conformist flocks, 'cuz i hold the glock,

Uh, well, don't waste time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine