This is a song about "Degrees of separation"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Out of this coviction of feelings

You're bold but i'm a soldier and i'm colder than two degrees

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Top of my pile of bodies

Right flows down and they might go nice

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

And a bad one with two degrees

So if you wanna leave

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

If you don't want to get burned. lower me to fifty degrees,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

A hundred degrees, i dove in and started to eat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat