This is a song about "Six six six"

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Or is there six different fathers,

You’re not a size six

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

And to those six people who've let me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

So here i am at the store for some chips

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

And i can't help but stare, cause

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

And started listening when i was six

Baby, you know who you are

Yeah he's six feet under