This is a song about "Nine on my hip"

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

Rob you on the street with the nine

Lady g, willy b in time

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Me and you just need to talk a bit

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

Do you think i'm crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,