This is a song about "Nine milimeter"

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Westside, bitch i run mine

I gots cravin for a number nine

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine