This is a song about "Third world mind"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant

You know i want a piece of that pie

The vertex and the third eye

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Im in first place put you in third

My game is harsh, like the third reich

Shotgun in the drop made a right

From a third world country to a star in the booth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

The future of the world lost in someone else’s mind,

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

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired