This is a song about "3 1 3"

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Ugh, 1 nug, 2 nug, 3 nug, 4, i just want to blow colors,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

3 deaths..in 1 summer goin days without noooo sleep.......

Fuck 1 2 3 syllables im resurrecting multis from cardiopulmonary arrest,

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

I'mma catch you next time around

Yeah bitch this date's done

Verse 3(i prefer this one):