This is a song about "Drain threes"

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Threes two different colors

Talking of the gods you serve

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die