This is a song about "Three"

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

It dont mean shit im not even level three

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

The way we used to count up to three

But five years from now i bet she see

Bitch, i might make you my baby

So much nut like i came for three

I say what my mind speak

Three lunch boxes a week,