This is a song about "Nine millimeter"

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

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

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

If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Private plane, my seat recline

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Probably wave goodbye at the same time