This is a song about "Triple apple"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Ok just listen up a little

And double to triple

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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