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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Tell them witches and their race that there's a penalty,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

And you know its just us three

But am i less holy

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I let you know you dealing with dogs

My win ensured like pad locks.

Fuck a three peat / only lakers and bulls were the ones to complete

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Im not superstitious but the witches kisses caught me like fishes

Each day it gets more realer, orangutan's bang like gorillas