This is a song about "Rep the six"

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

Explains the lives of six lost

All you need is your passport

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

I walk around understanding the politics

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,