This is a song about "Drain threes"

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

I sustain my strut, whilst you fall down the drain, in the rain.

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

He was just another kid down the drain, drowning the pain in cocaine.

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I drain bottles of mouth wash, i still havnt produced a little cough,

I wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes,

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

But now invisible cells around your brain

It feels like my life is going down the drain

I wish i could be like em, drain away my sin

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Singing my life with his words

Threes two different colors