This is a song about "Nine fifty"

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

If they find that stash box just one time

I gots cravin for a number nine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Until the end if time

Split if fifty-fifty, get it, street struck, i'm spinnin' the truth,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

The you should look up in the stars

I feel like i got fifty cars