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

You'll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Well rick james, maury jane

You can take the train thru my vein,

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Running from the game just me and my wife

Play this shit while you contemplate

If you cross paths with my while im running straight,

I be going metal, with the word play

She will never get by, no how no way