This is a song about "Nine milimeter"

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

I'm doing shit i never might of did

Got that nine yea im faded

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

If they find that stash box just one time

Private plane, my seat recline

My heat concealed and its that black nine

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Why can't we plain disqualify my percentages of forty nine,

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

There you lyin’ a rhyme