This is a song about "Triple d"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

Bitch hop on my fucking d

Took my heart away from money

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

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

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though