This is a song about "Degree maps"

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

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

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

For setting up traps

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Get off rap pad and get a degree

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass