This is a song about "Three dimension apple post it"

One two three, what could it be

Third ward general, young cash money

Now it all came back on her, doesn't even look like she's fifty three

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Back it up on me its easy like 1 to three

Look it something they can't ever see

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

Bitches ain't around one thou

Say three things and do it now

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

I'm gone, to another dimension.

My talent should take me places i've never been