This is a song about "Triple c s"

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

And all anyone cares about is the c

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.

As i light one for ill will

And double to triple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain