This is a song about "Third culture"

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

The vertex and the third eye

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

They are tied by the walls of this sadistic culture

Since third grade i been packin bowls

You feel it from your head to your toes

I need a little room

Third eye fly away on a broom

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Cause some of you bitches funny

Third eye for eternity

I penetrate pop culture, bring em a lot closer to the block where they

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way