This is a song about "Drain threes"

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Automatic kill for pennies

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes,

You make a nigga's night turn day

Sickles drain, your fluids, here, sip away

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

It feels like my life is going down the drain

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Ever present dilemmas send the present into the drain