This is a song about "The six"

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

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

Got me feeling light headed yea nigga philip rivers

Got a nigga seein things

(six minutes, six minutes)

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

Explains the lives of six lost

All you need is your passport

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Other team ticks, in two shoots we'll score six, cuz we're the wild pack of

Guy came back the next day with his nose broke and six stitches

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches