This is a song about "Triple cups"

Im compacted together like suction cups

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I only had two cups

Shout out my nigga miles

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen