This is a song about "The number 9"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

This edition,trying to take the number one position,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

I'm coming up with the bigger number no doubt,

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

Don't fuck around and make it true

The giant number who miss you

I got your number like caller id

To seize everything you ever wanted

Highest form of affection, physical connection

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