This is a song about "I have three dicks"

And now your best friend's having kids

Then you gobble teams of dicks

Then i stabbed in their dicks

The youngest of my mother kids

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I am just learning to turn these words three

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

So you got three feet on me, i do hating deeds

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks