This is a song about "Two o nine"

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

My heat concealed and its that black nine

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

People love hodgy i hate you though

This shit ain't nothing new though

Growing up i had your posters o

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

In my hand theres a nine

I'm running out of time

Can't wait to see you naked

O wait...your moms already did/