This is a song about "Nine on my hip"

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I put that nigga in his casket

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

But now i took my nine,and now's my time

Chasing money in the city of crime

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

On hip hop and grime my g,

It's obvious i'm crazy

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree