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

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

I got my drink, i got my music

I hope you got my message,

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I got two bitches my life,

I used to have a nine to five

So i got to clean my act up,

Money i make em buck

Cause he learned to control and he's an expert in stealth

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Had to wear the 13's with them

I got got my pad and pen

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace