This is a song about "Third eye"

Since third grade i been packin bowls

This is love, nothing else close

But im self aware fuck that third eye shit

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

Eventually picked up my third eye and wrote a rhyme

Using my third eye like im giving out karate blows

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Im in first place put you in third

So i guess that's where i hide my things

With third eye sight meant to see through illusions

Third eye stay safe in my stove like beef stew

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you