This is a song about "Third reich"

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Then i realize that people deserve third light

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

Did too many drugs dilating my third eye

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

So i can understand police victims

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

So open you third eye and watch"

My game is harsh, like the third reich

You got to have your game tight

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Third eye fly away on a broom