This is a song about "Par jot s triple club"

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

To this collection of words that i happen to jot

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Slumdog far apart any sub par

We be in the party like we own that bar

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I write a lot and satan tallies every rhymes i jot

And double to triple

The world is so typical