This is a song about "3rd degree burn"

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

But five years from now i bet she see

3rd eye seeing light it's a beacon of hope

To soho, baby milo so dope

The furnace be permanently burning g's to the 3rd degree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Get off rap pad and get a degree

This is like riding through the city

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

You was up thirty, now your down fifty