This is a song about "We are the three"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

The way we used to count up to three

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

The three six are the reason i got into writing

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Third ward general, young cash money

At the age of fuckin three