This is a song about "Degree"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I receive the degree to my relief

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

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

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

Commitment no not really, and shawty don't be silly

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

Who can only stand new hip-hop to a tolerable degree

And they can't get a job, 'cause they missing the degree

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I'll have u decoded to the lowest degree,