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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Turn rappaholic boy i got my cashflow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough