This is a song about "Dj triple s"

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Another round what the song say

The root of all evil

My dj cuts material....

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I live by the code

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.