This is a song about "Three point one four"

Outta three steps one took me back and that took me right back to "my love..."

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

It's only a dream, check point reality one

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Normally i order three or four of these

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

One two three everybody wana be

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

Oldest nation on this earth

Never been one to point fingers

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot