This is a song about "Three laws of motion"

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

That'll be slowing the motion of the flowing ive woven

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

So i went down south but i ended up north

Cause i made use of the loopholes on them laws

Instead of taking my heart she decided to steal three

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Got some ass on her, it will be a trio, group of three

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,