This is a song about "Im nine"

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

So sublime this is where i work 5 to nine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Chasing money in the city of crime

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine