This is a song about "Triple c"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Sippin' lean, crack on triple beams, now i'm doin' things,

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

You know i stick to the script

C and i flow the hardest

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So imma triple my worth but never forget the family

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

Denni-c, i run this rap shit.

And that's jay line i had to quote that