This is a song about "The three caballeros"

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

The first three words she read were "i hate love"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Kick out the kids, all three, thankyou for the new life

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

She said she's never had a man

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I'll murk em like dirk nowitzki pullin the trigga from three

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot