This is a song about "Ninety ninty nine"

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Rob you on the street with the nine

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Ninety-nine percent of my life i was lied to

Harvard's elite and pseud-intellectuals had it for ninety years,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

I gots cravin for a number nine

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Got that nine yea im faded