This is a song about "Three point"

So much nut like i came for three

Fuck fame, fuck money

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Fuck, i was number three,

And niggas flashing crazy

Straight to the point/integrating philosophy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

And you know its just us three

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Up at three, school at dawn,

My way like a usher song