This is a song about "Six"

She likes the way it hits her lips

It is super sized, number twenty six

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Six and a half million

When we not in summer

Yeah he's six feet under

And to those six people who've let me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Wish i could shed all these tears

One through six that's all gears

Still six figures i figure,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

So im sharper than a six inch blade

All dem niggas gonna hate