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

Back it up on me its easy like 1 to three

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

He started to sing and then post it online

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Three/ specifically designed to hurt me/ at least that's what it

One two three, what could it be

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it