This is a song about "Poppin them threes"

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Threes two different colors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

And champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

The only time i flirt with her

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

I remember last night i was poppin champagne