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

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

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

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

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

You can take the train thru my vein,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

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