This is a song about "Third"

The good kid from the ugly city

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

Third eye blind with the vertex

The vertex and the third eye

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

I'm on that first place status, never second or below third

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

She said my love is outta here

Im tired of being the third wheel

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Maybe the third trigger