This is a song about "Three peat"

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Fuck a three peat / only lakers and bulls were the ones to complete

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

We might be back in this baby

And you know its just us three

My lady, my baby

From the discussion of top three

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

All created by three great brains