A$ton Matthews - Triple HHH [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Im about to be on some real murder shit Ed
Im telling you man, any nigga who ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money, or ever said some jealous bullshit about me is fucking dead
You understand what the fuck i'm saying, there fuckin dead
I dont give a fuck about nothing man

[Verse 1:A$ton Matthews]
Cutthroat, semi-auto hitter gang
A1 arm sleeves schizophrenic sniffin cane
Head hunting hall of fame
Choppa swang, rock ya brains
Dropping bodies, copping chains
Laady daady hit the party, with the molly product sang
My product grain, all the paper, lock the fade up
If its beef call the weight up, bitches got my balls to [?] up
Haan
And they coming for your face bitch
Sweet chin face lift
Room raider Lane Kiff, you know i'm tippin'ock the clip in
Scottie Pippen, snubby got that long nose
Do my dougie, do yo moms doe, young niggas lost souls
Used to mail bricks, now we sale ticks, Rando
Plus i got the nine on me, pitchin under M4 toss it, throw a sign homie
Play hardball with a G baby, i'll sell you that bitch throat for a G baby
My hoes taking a bird bath, now she twerk bags and know just where my work at
X-Pac hard pops what yo pockets like
Got the low blow Monday night broad time to fight
Fiends of jabroni drive, jaws crooked laid off the smack down
Now they smell what the rock cooking Glock [?] better watch where the Glock lookin
Get crossed up like stuart scott
Shaq attack i'll back them back i move the block
Show you who's who, who he's not
Get a blues clue when the rules move the roogas pop
Pussy nigga you'll get shot