This is a song about "Jays nine homicide"

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

In a lyrical homicide

I gots cravin for a number nine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

All niggas do is betray, switchup on you like i switch my jays

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

All the bullshit aside, homicide is a crime

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Doctor said i was fine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga