This is a song about "3rd degree burn"

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

My game cold, one degree

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

--to the m'th degree you get more accuracy,

I have no killer degree, cause

Where would i be without my dogs

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree