This is a song about "Three types of rainfall"

We're two different types of romance,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

A military mind mean money

At the age of fuckin three

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

From the discussion of top three

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

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

And niggas flashing crazy

Yo man bars part number three

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

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