This is a song about "Triple"

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

And be glad to be the one inducting you into the triple 6 shitlist exhibit

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

To destroy artist till you'll have to guess the numbers by triple digit estimates.

So imma triple my worth but never forget the family

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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