This is a song about "Three peat"

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Compel to add speed, excel and rap peat

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Second peter one three

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

What them tippers don't see

Or two. or maybe three?

Fuck, i was number three,

Mama made her pretty

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Expecting them to beat teams, easy to get that 3 peat