This is a song about "Nine tails"

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

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

One two three four five six seven eight nine

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

In time we learned to live a life of crime

In my hand theres a nine

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

All i see is males, no females, just a bunch of bitches with wagging tails.

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,