This is a song about "Radians to degrees"

To be trucker's to chuck

And maybe i am but

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

Degrees of blunt scholar

My records sell, yes sir

Let me call that hotel

Don't want to go to hell

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

To understand is to pay attention

And i need this forever

To complain to him or her

And a bad one with two degrees

And i know - there'll never be peace