This is a song about "Third"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

You already have two strikes, i'm your third one, your out bitches

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Third eye blind with the vertex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Then i realize that people deserve third light

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Im in first place put you in third

Too focused, one word

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

My game is harsh, like the third reich

Dc cabs got my pops alright