This is a song about "Dj triple s"

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

My dj cuts material....

Cause this album pack enough evil

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Stop lacing weed with nicotine, move crack with triple beams,

We vegetables, on them record labels

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Think i need another play

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So imma triple my worth but never forget the family