This is a song about "Six six six"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Or is there six different fathers,

(six minutes, six minutes)

The jiggas and the tips

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

Fucked the hot ass cashier in isle motherfuckin six

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

My bank of america account got six figures

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Tell me anything you want

Explains the lives of six lost

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

You’re not a size six