This is a song about "Over ninethousand"

The flow's cold as a shoulder

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Your over worrying

I do the right thing

And the streets is getting colder

To fuck himself over

Glad its almost over

I pipe in and one night her

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

We’re all over here, their all over there,

If you don't poof life's over

The only time i flirt with her

You appear as if you care

Over here, money over there