This is a song about "3rd degree burn"

And there is no chemistry

Get off rap pad and get a degree

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

My game cold, one degree

Mama made her pretty

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I receive the degree to my relief

I put that nigga in his casket

Burn this magget, now that's it

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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