This is a song about "Nine eleven"

Rob you on the street with the nine

Guess im ahead of my time

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

In my hand theres a nine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

My heat concealed and its that black nine

So let's have a toast, everything fine