This is a song about "Triple c s"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

It´s the battle of life

And when i start to rise

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

S queezys very bold

Where i from, it get cold

Even ice, i , c , e

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

My name is little c

Or you'll drive me crazy

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams