This is a song about "Nova six"

(six minutes, six minutes)

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

'nova- i'll sit on my sofa and shit in your soda

Six and a half million

Catch you up on places i've been

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I'm a bad motherfucker

Yeah he's six feet under

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

That damier bag i bought her

Still six figures i figure,