This is a song about "Six one five"

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

Back with a vengeance

One through six that's all gears

Then one day we went to six flags with her brother and i drove.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

And started listening when i was six

She likes the way it hits her lips

Got some sick trix to get a six,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

My team getting digits

Chill son, five more minutes

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom