This is a song about "The number 9"

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I got your number like caller id

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

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

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Despite you and all the crap you've done you ain't number one

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written