This is a song about "Degree maps"

My game cold, one degree

I'mma drop you off home quickly

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Especially one to that degree of savagery.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

While i'm making history

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

New batch to patch, back to making maps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

And i know - there'll never be peace