This is a song about "Triple aaa"

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And double to triple

With a honey in the middle

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I can do better without you

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

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

So imma triple my worth but never forget the family