This is a song about "Poppin them threes"

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Good love then i can do that for her

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

We poppin' models like dahmer

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

I remember last night i was poppin champagne

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

And i know - there'll never be peace

Makes bitches in threes all drop to their knees

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops