This is a song about "Nine tails"

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

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

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

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

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Corduroys, cam will shine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

If they find that stash box just one time

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

We are ninety-nine against the one percent