This is a song about "Poppin them threes"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Pervaiz will prevail one day, poppin like pompey

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

"stop poppin' that pussy" is what i tell her

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Plot, it thickens, yo the clock is tickin', poppin' sick shit,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

See, i like the person that you are

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer