This is a song about "Three types of rainfall"

Normally i order three or four of these

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

From an african american stance

We're two different types of romance,

Instead of taking my heart she decided to steal three

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

I've got the urge to smite this nerd that types

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

From the discussion of top three

Hey, must be the money