This is a song about "Three types of rainfall"

Don't worry bout a thang baby

At the age of fuckin three

In three states you're accused of rape

I let her decorate the real estate

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Holy shit there three of you?! this shit hypnotic, only in the chronic.

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Do you think i'm crazy

For that j number three

And you know its just us three

High heel wearer, hell of a body