This is a song about "The three branches of goverment"

Could i make you my baby

The way we used to count up to three

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Holy shit there three of you?! this shit hypnotic, only in the chronic.

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

In three states you're accused of rape

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I'll murk em like dirk nowitzki pullin the trigga from three

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Instead of taking my heart she decided to steal three

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history