This is a song about "Fletcher six"

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Still six figures i figure,

Or something that you paid for

And to those six people who've let me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

You can hear it in my lyrics

Four five six, and now it clicks

You know...you know who you are

Yeah he's six feet under

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

This one goes out to all my mack partners

Or is there six different fathers,