This is a song about "Nine fo"

(this what happened so i'll capture fo you the image)...

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

No need fo that vest cuz these hollowtips penetrate/

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

You better get yours fore i reach mine

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

I go hard fo sho mad flow now you know.

And that's exactly what i reach fo', so,

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow