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

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I'm gone, to another dimension.

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

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

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

One two three, what could it be

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

He started to sing and then post it online

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that