This is a song about "Richard the third"

See the third eye through my eyes no doubt

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

On the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Im tired of being the third wheel

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Live off my lie and my lullaby

The vertex and the third eye

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

From a third world country to a star in the booth