This is a song about "My 9"

Flowing my body,and then my corpses,

She can make a pimp fall in love

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

My own unknown is my enemy,

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

That scary love, never get married love

People take my kindness for weakness

"my flows can be employed in my lines

All the time with this glock of mines

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Throw my douce up for my intro