This is a song about "Three miracles"

Yo man bars part number three

Than the muse of a family

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

So much nut like i came for three

Chillin' with homies and family

The way we used to count up to three

Please boo what's your size crazy

Or two. or maybe three?

Our pinnacle's unthinkable miracles,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Fuck, i was number three,

All created by three great brains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Here we go,i perform miracles like the green mile

I never smiled as a juvenile