This is a song about "Richard the third"

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Looking in the seven seas looking for third eye treasure

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

In lost for words, the third time i rhymed i was so much taller

Now concentrate until you get the juice

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

Niggas who be rapping how real they are