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

It's a beautiful bliss

I got my crown for this

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

I stand alone, i got my own uniqueness/

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

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,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Cause i got that skill in my mind, got the rhythm in my heart

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard