This is a song about "No first degree"

I seem to love these whips - a white

No glasses, love at first sight

This ain't no race but his first place

This is no trial, this a closed case

Get off rap pad and get a degree

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

First time to lose in a wide margin, from my penetration he's no longer a virgin

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see