This is a song about "Three"

The way we used to count up to three

You see now that nigga lonely

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Yo man bars part number three

Three lunch boxes a week,

I said i got my ass beat

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

It dont mean shit im not even level three

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

One two three everybody wana be

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

That's an ambien each nap, how many valium, three