This is a song about "The six"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

It's half past five and i'm the seven that six was afraid of

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Fucked the hot ass cashier in isle motherfuckin six

(six minutes, six minutes)

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave

Love the game know this is coming from a different place