This is a song about "Hitting threes"

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Hit the ground so hard you start seeing in threes

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

In reality this shit is hitting me

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Hitting the big spliffs while i'm spitting vicious

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone