This is a song about "Charles the third"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Maybe the third trigger

Going broke, no sir

Time to show these free world leaders the 3 and a third

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

On the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,