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

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

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Please correct me, stretch marks

With blood running fast down my arms

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Lay back and watch my minions rip thru your soul with the force of an alligator

What could you do ?if it was up to you

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Since i was six they been callin me bossy

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease