This is a song about "Triple cups"

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

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

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Where you welcome to problems

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Our girls is the models

See me with codeine cups?

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Be the king, that was part of my dream