This is a song about "Six five"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

And started listening when i was six

She leave her hair on the floor

And five days later, maybe more

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Chill son, five more minutes

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Burberry, quite a hell

The first five minutes is swell.

I find dimes like nine - five

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive