This is a song about "Six figh a"

Cdg shit match my kicks

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

This stuff's like a fixed up pick-up you got for six bucks

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

He always was troubled since six and a half,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

You’re not a size six

Lil prps like 3 digits

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Tryna cope like it's a six day on a bail,

Until the end if time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Top ranked, number one my son

Six and a half million