This is a song about "Wet threes"

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Hit the ground so hard you start seeing in threes

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Lifes a bitch, that why i always keep its pussy wet.

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

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

I just wanna keep it real

She was wet inside and out here

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Got her wet like kobe, swish

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Taking the top by storm, flows wet