This is a song about "Nine on my hip"

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Like the words on my hip

I like to call that a quick flip

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,

Is it possible at the same moment in time

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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