This is a song about "Sevin one six repping turn up"

Six months later you were begging me to lick up your carpet.

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Debatable. no debate when you turn up missing.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Summer time, different shore

Turn the volume up a little bit more

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.

One through six that's all gears

Wish i could shed all these tears

Full blast turn up the speakers at home

I woulda done anything for my own

Then turn around and fuck one more like it dont even matter

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper