This is a song about "Nine on my hip"

And now these hoes are on my line

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

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

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

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

My heat concealed and its that black nine

Huh, got to get better with time