This is a song about "Hitting threes"

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

From where gorillas territorial for inches

Hitting the big spliffs while i'm spitting vicious

Hitting the big spliffs while i'm spitting vicious

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Unleash the beast. call me karma. im hitting high notes, opera.

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Made it worth my while and got better at hitting licks.

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And put it together

Hitting the singing feather