This is a song about "Im nine"

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

My heat concealed and its that black nine

So sublime this is where i work 5 to nine

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

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

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

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

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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