This is a song about "Nine fifty"

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

And this will be the song that we sing

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

At the same damn time

In my hand theres a nine

Welcome to organized crime

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake