This is a song about "We are the three"

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Account the amount we are paid

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

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

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

We are all just needles in the hay.

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

One night love: i'mma need that

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

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

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

And realize the problems we face are all related