This is a song about "Six one five"

Chill son, five more minutes

Look, need to call it quits

You can hear it in my lyrics

(six minutes, six minutes)

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

The jiggas and the tips

One through six that's all gears

And started listening when i was six

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Four five six, and now it clicks

Lil prps like 3 digits

That tre five seven stay tuck

Money i make em buck