This is a song about "Six inch"

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

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

It is super sized, number twenty six

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I was depressed , not one inch of happiness left.

That happen to act like a black president

But this ain't physics or rocket science

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

And started listening when i was six

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit