This is a song about "Nine fingers"

Got that nine yea im faded

See, the last one i dated, i hated

I gots cravin for a number nine

If i had on 'bama line

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Rob you on the street with the nine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Private plane, my seat recline

In my fingers but i

I be ballin, they wonder why

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

If you're discouraged stick those fingers up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut