This is a song about "Six feet under"

Yeah.......we got that number six

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

The drug that they brain need

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

Let it rain let it thunder put a slob 6 feet under

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now i've taken control

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

They listed six hundred and sixty six ways to be verbally addictive.

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Have no souls indeed

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Busted so bad you can't get your feet back under you

You gon' tip her

Yeah he's six feet under