This is a song about "Goldie locks and the three witches"

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

Scooped in dishes and eaten by the village witches.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Poppin' rocks when he locks a glock, shots at the moderates,

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

From the discussion of top three

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My win ensured like pad locks.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor