This is a song about "6th floor"

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Then in 6th period, everyday i would always ask him about her

Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Kill 'em by old skool flow,let them down on a floor

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

And you ain't gotta go to war

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Wealthy tuition, floor already crimson