This is a song about "The number 9"

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

By #number #one on this #train #track, the most promising villain

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

All trying to make it in the number one spot

Shit, i'm still number one on the podium for ill rhymes

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

The giant number who miss you

Swear i'm trying to get through

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

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen