This is a song about "Nrl nine"

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

I find dimes like nine - five

Sky high, iced out paradise

If they find that stash box just one time

My heat concealed and its that black nine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

I've got as many inches as he's got day's; nine

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Got that nine yea im faded

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit