This is a song about "Nine g s"

But they can't do nothing to a g/

It's obvious i'm crazy

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Promise me you won't step out of line

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

My heat concealed and its that black nine

Rob you on the street with the nine

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

Do you think i'm crazy

Trying to be a cool g

Now that am no longer b i g

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy