This is a song about "Triple apple"

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen