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

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

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

I hope you got my message,

By any means, if ya like it or not

Cause i got my fucking glock,

I got got my pad and pen

Magic city tipping them

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

So i got to clean my act up,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

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

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

I got more gold, shinin in my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house