This is a song about "The number 9"

Going for the belt like the number one contender

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

So if they better than the kid

I got your number like caller id

And i doubt that ever change

Number of victims run off the page/

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

Number one position, i wanna be the greatest.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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