This is a song about "Clearance brown the third"

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

My game is harsh, like the third reich

Third eye blind with the vertex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Im tired of being the third wheel

I dont really shakespeare

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out

See the third eye through my eyes no doubt

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards