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

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

I got two bitches my life,

I used to have a nine to five

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Don't come around hurr on that floss 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

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

So y'all can cope n' touch

I hope you got my message,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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