This is a song about "Xur agent of the nine"

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

As we find the reason why you continue to make it easy to take side's, 0 to nine/

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

I'ma impact the world like nine eleven/

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

If a nigga come up on a nigga with the nine,

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent