This is a song about "The third reich"

Im in first place put you in third

My shirt, purple label my shirt

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

You relapsed again this week this is the third time,

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye

Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now

But people say you'll find a way to insert another love somehow.