This is a song about "The six principles of the united states constitustion"

I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/

Explains the lives of six lost

Basketball is my favorite sport

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

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

I'm the seven six was afraid of, gone nuts, gotta little buzz,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Fucked the hot ass cashier in isle motherfuckin six

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids