This is a song about "Shot 9 times"

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

It'll be the good times they remember, not when you shot yourself in the jaw

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

I never crack i got that chap stick

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

But as times elapse i still felt trapped

I'll get to em when i land

One last shot, this time below the belt

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Like the times my bank starts texting me

But five years from now i bet she see

Keep my mind occupied at all times,

Picture me lettin this chump survive