This is a song about "The third reich"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Love my women with high heels and high standards

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

My game is harsh, like the third reich

Killa never let the drama slide

Now be ready cos you're the third it ain't absurd

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

The concept is so absurd

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Looking in the seven seas looking for third eye treasure

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she