This is a song about "A six pack"

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

You’re not a size six

She likes the way it hits her lips

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Always felt like a six day war

So im sharper than a six inch blade

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Got some sick trix to get a six,

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Than turn into the leader of the pack, like its a cartoon,

Tryna cope like it's a six day on a bail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email