This is a song about "Threes"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

But we still real brothers

Threes two different colors

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

Come see me in my court, scoring them threes.

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys