This is a song about "Six o shit"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

I'm a grade a o g

All i want is you baby

It is super sized, number twenty six

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Call that shit my "chic" o stick

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Yeah he's six feet under

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots