This is a song about "Degrees of separation"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Heating up, 96 degrees

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Or its time for a for a death separation,

Weight of the world, i lift without preparation

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

It's gettin chilly, i'm set to 0 degrees, sign your fees,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I'm why baby mommas leave

Killin you in all degrees

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

And it's time to make u stand out (separation)

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin