This is a song about "I was running thru the six with my woes"

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

This is to my unborn child

I was young and running wild,

Running through my mind like i was late for class

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast