This is a song about "Pop threes"

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

Life has put her to the test

Pop a bullet in your chest,

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

Know just what you worth

Threes two different colors

Hit the ground so hard you start seeing in threes

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

So take the stage just show me what you got

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Please do not expect me to go pop,