This is a song about "Six pack"

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Talking of the gods you serve

Or is there six different fathers,

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Did some school work, went with the pack

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

My rhymes got a mighty six pack