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

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

I heard the word fuck, but with me? you ain't linking..

Find me grinding, with j's on my feet word to miley cyrus.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

With blood running fast down my arms

All on the furniture with no regards

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

You can take the train thru my vein,

And oh, i gotta find my way

I be going metal, with the word play

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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