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

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

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Lay back and watch my minions rip thru your soul with the force of an alligator

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

I was born to do the damn thing

I'm on the run, keep running

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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