This is a song about "Six pound box"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

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

The jiggas and the tips

... i recorded this.... take six

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches