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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I got money dripping from my pockets.

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I hope you got my message,

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Take her back to where i live

I got two bitches my life,

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit