This is a song about "Three types of rainfall"

Got some ass on her, it will be a trio, group of three

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

Yo man bars part number three

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And you know its just us three

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Fuck, i was number three,

C’mon and let’s chill baby