This is a song about "Triple h"

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

Baby girl my stroke official

And double to triple

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

Play hard to get, females get jealous

You see i promised that i'd never change

I'm a g; like the letter before h

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team