This is a song about "Third whelling"

Or closed casket for our troubles

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Did too many drugs dilating my third eye

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I'm on that first place status, never second or below third

Third eye for eternity

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

The vertex and the third eye

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

On the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,