This is a song about "Nine"

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

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

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

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake