This is a song about "Two o nine"

I gots cravin for a number nine

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

I'm a grade a o g

Mama made her pretty

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Lady g, willy b in time

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Along with with two-ninenty-nine others i roam

So it leaves me to wonder

Mother, o my mother!

Rob you on the street with the nine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

O wait...your moms already did/

I'll never be retro like a cool kid