This is a song about "Diss resp fmts 3 sfro 1"

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,

#1 (#single #syllables)

Shout out my nigga miles

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Can’t you see just how long my run

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

Embracin my dick whenever i use em, erasin my stress whenever i lose em.

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

1, 2, 3, or 4 times wit a fine chick, show her ya magic trick *flick*

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

So we here to the blow the candle out, 1, 2, 3, ha,