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

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Went out and had a church of kids

Before we see it's hard to live

I got two bitches my life,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice