This is a song about "Degree maps"

I have no killer degree, cause

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Man it’s the killer tracks

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" degree

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Ill leave ya with a burn thats third degree

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I receive the degree to my relief

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Get off rap pad and get a degree

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

New batch to patch, back to making maps