This is a song about "Use words for nine and below"

I don't know what words to use

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Catch you up on places i've been

Use you for immolation...

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I know it's only for a bit and i can't get use to it.

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

My heat concealed and its that black nine

Chasing money in the city of crime

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows