This is a song about "The 3rd"

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

3rd eye following the light so i can see the shine

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Alcohol and booty calls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Zero options to choose

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between