This is a song about "Nine milimeter"

Catch this bullet in your skull, milimeter deeper

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Rob you on the street with the nine

She prefer the dutty wine

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Chasing money in the city of crime

I find dimes like nine - five

An ipod mind to you walkman guys