This is a song about "Two o nine"

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Rob you on the street with the nine

Let me see you work it out

I drop o after o of the loud,

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Plus he is always holding a teddy eya-eya o

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

Chasing money in the city of crime

Growing up i had your posters o

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

I'm ballin all my life

I find dimes like nine - five

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

If i had on 'bama line