This is a song about "Triple sicks"

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Niggas dream of a triple beam, my dreams lead to a murder scene.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So imma triple my worth but never forget the family

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

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

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