This is a song about "3 strikes"

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure

And then along came the wrong man for her

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Sleepless stupor, 3 am

I am just a man

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

I rip the mic your shocked from my immeasurable strikes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights