This is a song about "Triple b"

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

That's why i'm makin' money

I don't need no props b/

But am i less holy

I dare you, come at me b

Where you belong with your family

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

So you can see why they mad, look at they status