This is a song about "3 am"

3 homies chilling making classics

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

If you thought it, it better be what you want

I am at level 3 so who's got to know,

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

3:47 // verse 3: can't sleep like an insomniac

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

Call me whatever joe

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

And i know that you're open