This is a song about "3 three"

All created by three great brains

Blow trees like a hurricane

What them tippers don't see

Yo man bars part number three

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

Fuck, i was number three,

And now that i’m getting money

That's why i'm makin' money

Second peter one three

This thing that you could imagine

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

3 homies chilling making classics

She likes the way it hits her lips