This is a song about "Nine on my hip"

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

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Yeah, it's all natural baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Rob you on the street with the nine

She take two man one time

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I lose my mind pull out my nine and i start capping

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line