This is a song about "Nine"

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

So sublime this is where i work 5 to nine

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

I've got as many inches as he's got day's; nine

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

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

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Go like i never seen a red light shine

I gots cravin for a number nine

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine