This is a song about "Nine fifty"

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

My heat concealed and its that black nine

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Fifty millions and we're still growing!

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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