This is a song about "Degree maps"

Especially one to that degree of savagery.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

Direct shit like google maps

You can see with your fans

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Summertime in the city

My game cold, one degree

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" degree