This is a song about "Triple poker cube"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

This aint no mediocre joker playing poker its a soldier no closure

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Poker cards get quickly dealt.

Never ever pay rent

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

N.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

And double to triple

As i light one for ill will