This is a song about "Nine four"

Tire marks, tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

In my hand theres a nine

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

I'm working on four dimensions

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

As soon as i walk in the door

I'm the answer like four

Doctor said i was fine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today