This is a song about "The three branches"

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

On occasion, the place gets exciting and inviting

The three six are the reason i got into writing

Walk that body, talk that body

At the age of fuckin three

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Your family tree, i will break branches

They getting deals with thier weak buzz