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

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Running from the game just me and my wife

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,

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Me an my boys we the triple six crew