This is a song about "My nine fo"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I lose my mind pull out my nine and i start capping

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Im back fo the first time

If out of line

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf

In my hand theres a nine

If i had on 'bama line

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Why can't we plain disqualify my percentages of forty nine,

Planets? fo-times heavier than,

Just take control if you can