This is a song about "Triple kill"

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

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

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

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

For real, a nigga ill

Till we will, fucking kill!