This is a song about "Nrl nine"

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Chasing money in the city of crime

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Guess that means you can never be mine

In my hand theres a nine

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

I’m sick and tired of criminals, i’m locking up a nine,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine