This is a song about "Nine foster"

Chasing money in the city of crime

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Why can't we plain disqualify my percentages of forty nine,

Shit, see that thing there was mine

In my hand theres a nine

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

I gots cravin for a number nine

And now these hoes are on my line

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Huh, got to get better with time