This is a song about "Nine"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

I find dimes like nine - five

Never really been into the ice

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

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Seven eight nine, eternity is mine

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Private plane, my seat recline

My heat concealed and its that black nine

If i had on 'bama line