This is a song about "Triple kill"

Obscene the way i kill

Uhh, and i'm ill

So imma triple my worth but never forget the family

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

That's aids to the ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

We've been misdirected, disrespected, balanced on a triple beam,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I used to be the most humble until

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green