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

One one six my favorite fashion

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

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

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

That nigga came thru the do', i pulled the trigger slow

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains