This is a song about "Nine milimeter"

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Sees the sky in nine dimensions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Got that nine yea im faded

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

So i pull out my 9 milimeter and put a 2 liter right between his eyes,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

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

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine