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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

If you can't look up at yourself

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

I'm everything that they call nice

I got two bitches my life,

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

I got my drink, i got my music

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Cause i got my fucking glock,

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry