This is a song about "My 9"

My determinations disgusting

If they could cut out all the busting

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Call me sandusky, my work touching

With my guns your get antiquated

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Covering my head in bad weather

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Let's have a toast for this new love

People take my kindness for weakness

Hands so slender, correction she's my

You just need to take me, i know you can fly