This is a song about "Drain threes"

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Hit the ground so hard you start seeing in threes

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Threes two different colors

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

My life is falling down the drain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

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

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

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

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