This is a song about "Six six six"

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

My bank of america account got six figures

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Cause i got the burner in the hand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Yeah he's six feet under

Baby, you know who you are

Reason i stuck with the sound

Now that's six cops found on that ground