This is a song about "Three zero one"

Like a volcano but cold as sub-zero

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

One two three everybody wana be