This is a song about "Six o shit"

Look in the scope, my people still a target

My name is icy kash. yours is a piece o' shit.

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

It is super sized, number twenty six

So here i am at the store for some chips

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

We fuckin' it up this summer

Yeah he's six feet under

So give it baby

O save me please just bravely

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six