This is a song about "Six o shit"

O wait...your moms already did/

To mcs that don't rhyme good

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Got some sick trix to get a six,

When we not in summer

Yeah he's six feet under

Sick and i'm slick, i been in this shit since six years old, i'm droppin' poems,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

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

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

They gotta point em out baby

O save me please just bravely