This is a song about "Three sixty"

At the age of fuckin three

They gotta point em out baby

It ain't hard to make money

Yo man bars part number three

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I'd explain and name like sixty fuckin rappers who're better

Wanna see you work your body

I'm a jedi so i see three

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

One two three everybody wana be

All created by three great brains

And today we're still in chains