This is a song about "We are the three"

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

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

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

The way we used to count up to three

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

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Odell beckham we are the giants/

With these macs i've got a bad habit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes