This is a song about "Third wheeling"

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Im tired of being the third wheel

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Im in first place put you in third

The vertex and the third eye

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

With third dimensional shapes with no means

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Maybe the third trigger

I couldn't get any bigger