This is a song about "Triple six"

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

She likes the way it hits her lips

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six

So here i am at the store for some chips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And started listening when i was six

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

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

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip.

Got some sick trix to get a six,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs