This is a song about "Triple"

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

The world looking out, they on the front row

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Baby girl my stroke official

And double to triple

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

That scary love, never get married love

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

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

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

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.

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