This is a song about "Two o nine"

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

I'm a grade a o g

And its simple as that baby

Something worth dying for

Mother, o my mother!

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Go like i never seen a red light shine

You reflect in this heart of mine

I gots cravin for a number nine

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

In the club like fuck it, though