This is a song about "Degree"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Ill leave ya with a burn thats third degree

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

Look it something they can't ever see

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

3rd degree no not masonry, its a bloody murder scene,

Especially one to that degree of savagery.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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