This is a song about "Hitting threes"

Actions speak louder than words

Threes two different colors

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

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

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

In reality this shit is hitting me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

As i end this letter

Hitting the singing feather

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

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

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig