This is a song about "Six shooter"

It is super sized, number twenty six

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I only got four minutes

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

(six minutes, six minutes)

And the v12, that's on various trips

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

I be giving work to the kids

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