This is a song about "The three caballeros"

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Number three, you never even flow with the beat

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I wanna get back in the ninety-three and see

As three years ago when i started chasing the flame,

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

The three six are the reason i got into writing

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again