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

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

One two three, what could it be

Back it up on me its easy like 1 to three

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

It dont mean shit im not even level three

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

Say three things and do it now

Bitches ain't around one thou

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy