This is a song about "Your six pack ain t shit"

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Cus if your love was all i had

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Six months later you were begging me to lick up your carpet.

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims