This is a song about "Two o nine"

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Growing up i had your posters o

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

She prefer the dutty wine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Niggas say i'm loco

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Rob you on the street with the nine

If they find that stash box just one time

But look, she went and dialled triple o

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop