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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Ive had three girlfriends on roulette of chat

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door