This is a song about "No first degree"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And they can't get a job, 'cause they missing the degree

To the same kiss ass guys 'n, who have no idea who was the first to comply it

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

I have no killer degree, cause

Just the way he likes embarrassing people with no degree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'll have u decoded to the lowest degree,

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Who can only stand new hip-hop to a tolerable degree