This is a song about "Nine fifty"

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Lady g, willy b in time

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

But let me add fifty cents to the wishing well

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

My heat concealed and its that black nine

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I love my city, fine girls, big tittys, suck a dick for fifty,

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state