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

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

Of impactful things one can ask for

Your family tree, i will break branches

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

We dig the plot and never bury pot

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Instead of taking my heart she decided to steal three

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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