This is a song about "Third"

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

That's what rains for

Maybe the third trigger

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Im tired of being the third wheel

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

My game is harsh, like the third reich

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Third eye blind with the vertex

Roll up niggas be like sex