This is a song about "50 degrees"

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

Lights please, lights please

Hater please, you 8 degrees

Heating up, 96 degrees

But in the meantime it's lights please