This is a song about "Ninety ninty nine"

I wanna get back in the ninety-three and see

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Rob you on the street with the nine

I'm running out of time

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

I gots cravin for a number nine

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine