This is a song about "Six four"

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

You’re not a size six

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Tire marks, tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I'm working on four dimensions

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

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

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.

(six minutes, six minutes)

When you spill out hits

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

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