This is a song about "Running through the six"

Running through my mind like i was late for class

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Squirrel is running on the roof

Its cold as shit in this booth

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

You can't lock me up cause i'm only running through

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

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

You can't lock me up cause i'm only running through

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I'm on the run, keep running

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo