This is a song about "Three hundred"

My lady, my baby

So much nut like i came for three

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Just made like a hundred grand

Or two. or maybe three?

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

So give it baby

Yo man bars part number three

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with