This is a song about "In a six man"

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Im the backstabber that put a knife in my man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

So here i am at the store for some chips

Fucked the hot ass cashier in isle motherfuckin six

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Six and a half million

They like talk to em young

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Man our raps'll leave you in a casket yo, you'll be six feet deep body bagged below

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow