This is a song about "3rd street saints"

3rd eye following the light so i can see the shine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Yea we hard on the street

Swear i will murk any beat

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

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

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

Cause another innocent died