This is a song about "Drain threes"

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

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Sickles drain, your fluids, here, sip away

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Like being garbage some type of disease

Makes bitches in threes all drop to their knees

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Spray arrangements made to slay and drain their brains 'til they insane

It feels like my life is going down the drain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame