This is a song about "Over nine thousand"

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

But that was only one time

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

My words be piercing like a thousand spears

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

There's like a thousand problems to do

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Huh, got to get better with time

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

Don't give a fuck, litter life

I find dimes like nine - five

Kill one; we send fifty-thousand to reinforce

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours