This is a song about "Nine elevam"

I gots cravin for a number nine

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

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

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

If i had on 'bama line

In my hand theres a nine