This is a song about "Six feet ahead"

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

And nightmare is going ahead

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Yeah he's six feet under

And i ain't frontin for her

I’m way harder than the concrete

Head to toe, face and feet,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'm ahead of this rap novelty

Swear i will murk any beat

He'll fall down at my feet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don