This is a song about "Sixty nine"

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Muzzy ass a cut name sixty winks he needs/screwy n screw loose

One two three four five six seven eight nine

And just in time your head is mine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

As i watched watches tick in time, victims crimes for sixty dimes

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

Until the end of time

I ain't got time for no cloud nine