This is a song about "We are the three"

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

The way we used to count up to three

We might be back in this baby

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

Chillin' with homies and family

At the age of fuckin three

Welcome to hell part three, where we adolf all these rappers

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here