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

Cause i got my fucking glock,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I got blessed with immortality of my life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that i don't got

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I hope you got my message,

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

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

I got got my pad and pen

I got 800 invisible men