This is a song about "Degree maps"

This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The furnace be permanently burning g's to the 3rd degree

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Especially one to that degree of savagery.