This is a song about "Degree maps"

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Now if you give us a chance

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

When they here today what you say to them

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Yo you know my flow is so much colder like it's one degree

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Ill leave ya with a burn thats third degree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Know it good when she go no hands

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree