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

Dc, man over money

At the age of fuckin three

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Don't worry bout a thang baby

From the discussion of top three

Kick out the kids, all three, thankyou for the new life

Destined to win, get respect where i live

That's the way, you can move it baby

The way we used to count up to three

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Instead of taking my heart she decided to steal three

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

In three states you're accused of rape

All dem niggas gonna hate