This is a song about "Nine k"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Wake up and sniff a line of kat i've had my special k,

Save some, save none at the same time

Rob you on the street with the nine

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

Private plane, my seat recline