This is a song about "Six six six"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Four five six, and now it clicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Just hustling you understand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

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

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Just another product of this matrix

... i recorded this.... take six

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Disgusted, not even in the top 30? bitch i'm almost top six/

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

And started listening when i was six