This is a song about "Nrl nine"

Private plane, my seat recline

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

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

She prefer the dutty wine

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

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

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

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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

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

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine