This is a song about "I got my stealth threes"

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Turn rappaholic boy i got my cashflow

We hustle to survive

I got two bitches my life,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

My mind is nothin' my pride is somethin' that i don't got,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

So i got to clean my act up,

It's not making sense to you right now but

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I got a laptop in my back pocket