This is a song about "Two o nine"

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Got that nine yea im faded

Baby you so fine

In my hand theres a nine

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Growing up i had your posters o

But look, she went and dialled triple o

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

I'm a grade a o g

Lets come up to my city

Rose cases, we pop daily

O save me please just bravely

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Till the day that i grabbed that nine