This is a song about "Henry viii and his six wives"

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

He always was troubled since six and a half,

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

I call that shit that middle school

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

I mix it with, six different liquors and

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

Now your done and six feet under

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

You can hear it in my lyrics

(six minutes, six minutes)