This is a song about "Clearance brown the third"

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

From the third eye 'bout all divinities

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Im tired of being the third wheel

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

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required