This is a song about "Colombus third voyage"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

With third eye sight meant to see through illusions

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

The vertex and the third eye

I mean the game been dry

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Third eye blind with the vertex

As we give up our debts

Maybe the third trigger

Cause it's like you're my mirror

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Third eye fly away on a broom