This is a song about "Six shots"

(six minutes, six minutes)

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Six and a half million

Two reflections into one

Please put that in your notes

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

It is super sized, number twenty six

She likes the way it hits her lips

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

And started listening when i was six

I've been balling those shots

Sb nike's, with the grey box

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Heard the sound of several gun shots