This is a song about "Six six six"

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

When love comes callin', don’t look back

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

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

I put these poems all in these songs

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Six and a half million

Fuck it, i'm done

600 benz, house six hundred grand

That we can't forget the past

And started listening when i was six

And the v12, that's on various trips

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

(six minutes, six minutes)

Look, i tried to call it quits