This is a song about "Wet threes"

I'm everything that they call nice

Come see me in my court, scoring them 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

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Threes two different colors

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Sewer hell, skewered well... flow wet, screw a well

Wet em necks and jaw rest in shock wrecking ball toddler_

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die