This is a song about "Rep the six"

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

You reflect me, i love that about you

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Influenced by black hippy but i rep the east you fuck boys need to chill more

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning

They're makin the game's rep less

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Keep them vowels spread when i rep the i/

I got the rep of a villian of weapon concealing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing