This is a song about "3rd degree burn"

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

The dead society of a poet

Burn this magget, now that's it

3rd degree no not masonry, its a bloody murder scene,

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I'm everything that they call nice

I receive the degree to my relief

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

My game cold, one degree

And there is no chemistry