This is a song about "Degree"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

For my cs degree, at 2 am or something like that.

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

I receive the degree to my relief

I'm everything that they call nice

And i got a little big, keep it low key

--to the m'th degree you get more accuracy,