This is a song about "Degrees of separation"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Most my nouns are 98 degrees,check my history i am the1

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

Heating up, 96 degrees

I'm why baby mamas leave

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

So let's discuss, plus degrees

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

They're puttin us in separation, like a dictated nation,

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips