This is a song about "The three branches"

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Together all the timethought it was true love

Your family tree, i will break branches

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

The first three words she read were "i hate love"

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

The bittersweet of life, of life

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

At the age of fuckin three

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie