This is a song about "Degree maps"

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Direct shit like google maps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

--to the m'th degree you get more accuracy,

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

When they here today what you say to them

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

I have no killer degree, cause

Where would i be without my dogs

I receive the degree to my relief

That'll do anything that i please