This is a song about "Nine"

In my hand theres a nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Would look at us all the time

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

You emcees you agree or i squeeze this nine

But the same deposition take it every time

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine