This is a song about "3rd street saints"

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

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

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

Including fox hill and 27th street

Sometimes i think, what i need

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//