This is a song about "Charles the third"

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Im tired of being the third wheel

My intellectual properties is bigger than a third of the ocean

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

You relapsed again this week this is the third time,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Charles barkley, got the job, deadly shit, tnt forgiveness

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

In lost for words, the third time i rhymed i was so much taller

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Now be ready cos you're the third it ain't absurd

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro