This is a song about "We are the three"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

It's been three years since we went and fell from glory,

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

If you feel it, it must be real just

We are on the fucking cusp

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

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