This is a song about "500 degrees"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

500 miles push on the disc brake

You gotta breathe and be at ease

And a bad one with two degrees

That i will leave earth with her

Degrees of blunt scholar

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

Most my nouns are 98 degrees,check my history i am the1

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

Hater please, you 8 degrees

Right flows down and they might go nice

With 500 characters i can take you higher than if you smoked an eighth

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes