This is a song about "Shot 9 times"

Keep my mind occupied at all times,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Planets? fo-times heavier than,

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Of a high school kid and his real times

Then put it into sex drive

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Shot 'em up like i'm a rabid cop./

I'll get to em when i land

But as times elapse i still felt trapped

By any means, if ya like it or not

Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick