This is a song about "Running throug the six with my woes"

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

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

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

My bank of america account got six figures

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

With blood running fast down my arms

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine