This is a song about "No first degree"

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Surrender no? then blunder at first bell, you'll need a rep reconstruction

My game cold, one degree

Like hoes down in magic city

I have no killer degree, cause

Heard the sound of several gun shots

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

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