This is a song about "Six pound box"

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

'pound it into yo head, you won't last!

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

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

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below