This is a song about "Clearance brown the third"

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

The vertex and the third eye

When that thing gon fly

My intellectual properties is bigger than a third of the ocean

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Now concentrate until you get the juice

It's going ... going down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass