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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Don’t you be holding back

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

If you cross paths with my while im running straight,

I say "stay", she wanna leave

34. blood running down my sleeve,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck