This is a song about "Mac loeod nine"

Goddamn, the boy's back

Better watch your back, mac

Like hes trying to be mac right

I can smell it when i go outside

I gots cravin for a number nine

So let's have a toast, everything fine

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Where every recipient, property of the state

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake