This is a song about "Triple kill"

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

Amen, they say you only live once

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Lost my nigga over nothing though

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

I used to be the most humble until

Ive got no license to kill

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I'm gon remember her, but still

Obscene the way i kill

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

Me an my boys we the triple six crew