This is a song about "Two o nine"

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

O save me please just bravely

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

My heat concealed and its that black nine

I drop o after o of the loud,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Rob you on the street with the nine

If this is the right time