This is a song about "See three"

Bitch i'm all you need

Three lunch boxes a week,

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

Third ward general, young cash money

And you know its just us three

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Take three fucking days to write a verse, i can't see/

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

One two three everybody wana be

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

For the occasion, paper planes

All created by three great brains

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I wanna get back in the ninety-three and see