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

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

Back it up on me its easy like 1 to three

And i got a little big, keep it low key

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

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

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

We got money to go get baby

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Say it three times so you can call it a trilogy,

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease