This is a song about "First degree"

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

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I'll have u decoded to the lowest degree,

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And all women who had light features, see

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Yo you know my flow is so much colder like it's one degree

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" degree