This is a song about "The six"

Pulls out a revolver/six shots/ cops called/ to put the screaming to a stop/

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

Then put the can to yo six pack like budweiser

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

Am i cheating on this woman if i'm gettin' naked pictures from another

Piss me off, you wont ever cough, youll be six feet under, after you hear the thunder,

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

The three six are the reason i got into writing