This is a song about "Third reich"

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Every night i stroke hoes

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Im tired of being the third wheel

With third dimensional shapes with no means

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

So open you third eye and watch"

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

That'll do anything that i please

From the third eye 'bout all divinities