This is a song about "Nine foster"

A foster mum while they

For us to find our way

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I gots cravin for a number nine

Cause, i need that one good time

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

In my hand theres a nine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

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

With keen flows.i'm known to rip rhymes you see letters floating in the air like ghost.

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Got that nine yea im faded