This is a song about "The number 9"

All this stuff started when the number of the cops was dialed

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

That's why poverty is the number one element

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Several's the number of cells that clever has slept in

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Lord forbid, for the good kid

I got your number like caller id

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

One day ill hit the charts, be top ranked, number one

Number one position, i wanna be the greatest.

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all