This is a song about "Three"

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

All created by three great brains

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

That's an ambien each nap, how many valium, three

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

And you know its just us three

Talking life expectancy, i don't expect ill see twenty three

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Back it up on me its easy like 1 to three

Nightmare on any street

Three lunch boxes a week,

But am i less holy

Fuck, i was number three,

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby