This is a song about "My 9"

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Time after time, again and again

Im my own person in my own lane,

Never let the game play youand for the fame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

My own unknown is my enemy,

With my guns your get antiquated

Lord forbid, for the good kid

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

And getting money is the song i sing

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking