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

I hope you got my message,

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

While scheming on hits

In my mind i got these demons

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I got my crown for this

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Like a fiend off the best rock

Cause i got my fucking glock,