This is a song about "Third"

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Third eye fly away on a broom

The vertex and the third eye

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

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

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut