This is a song about "Nine foster"

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Beef: i hammer mine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I gots cravin for a number nine

Get in the mood on blacc friday

A foster mum while they

You ain't gon find that

Got that nine yea im faded