This is a song about "We are the three"

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

From the discussion of top three

While i'm making history

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

The three six are the reason i got into writing

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Ya we are the craziest motherfuckers on the planet

I got three bad bitches, with some green we chillin on the scene,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream