This is a song about "Six figh a"

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

Pulls out a revolver/six shots/ cops called/ to put the screaming to a stop/

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I gallop on a six legged horse dressed in steel and blood,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Why a black nigga take ass over class

He always was troubled since six and a half,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Got some sick trix to get a six,