This is a song about "Pop threes"

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Threes two different colors

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

South beach fountain blue

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Go pop some pills or something

Tell them niggas we coming

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die