This is a song about "Third"

Im tired of being the third wheel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Eventually picked up my third eye and wrote a rhyme

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Did too many drugs dilating my third eye

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

I shed so many tears

Third eye blind with the vertex