This is a song about "Nine millimeter"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Load up his nine no one defy him

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Why, just don't kill me with my 9 millimeter

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

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

My heat concealed and its that black nine

But that was only one time

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Westside, bitch i run mine

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Guess that means you can never be mine

You emcees you agree or i squeeze this nine