This is a song about "Three day startup"

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

At the age of fuckin three

It's no longer a new jack city

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

All created by three great brains

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

And you know its just us three

Up at three, school at dawn,

Haven't seen the world in so long

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

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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