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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it

And maybe six feet under keep thinking u own us

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Best believe this is the boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

They listed six hundred and sixty six ways to be verbally addictive.

(six minutes, six minutes)

My team getting digits