This is a song about "Gen three"

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

Shit with our whole family

Second peter one three

Yo man bars part number three

They gotta point em out baby

Three critter creeps, twitter this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Mama made her pretty

And you know its just us three

At the age of fuckin three

Third ward general, young cash money

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Talking life expectancy, i don't expect ill see twenty three

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

One two three everybody wana be