This is a song about "Nine foster"

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

I find dimes like nine - five

We hustle to survive

Cause, i need that one good time

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Rob you on the street with the nine

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

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

You emcees you agree or i squeeze this nine

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Got a sign on my dick

Got that nine yea im faded