This is a song about "Riding through the six"

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Of impactful things one can ask for

Riding shot gun when the cops open the door

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Then put the can to yo six pack like budweiser

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

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

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I stayed strong through all of the season riding my 2004 nissan.