This is a song about "Nine eleben"

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

I’m sick and tired of criminals, i’m locking up a nine,

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

Promise me you won't step out of line

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

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