This is a song about "Triple kill"

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

Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Is bein' mean, showin' lean, triple beams, easy green,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks