This is a song about "Three eyes"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

For that j number three

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

From the discussion of top three

Never really been into the ice

And smile at each other's eyes

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Or two. or maybe three?

I got bigger problems baby

Mmg and that's my clique

Three lunch boxes a week,

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

The way we used to count up to three