This is a song about "Degree"

--to the m'th degree you get more accuracy,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

My game cold, one degree

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

3rd degree no not masonry, its a bloody murder scene,

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And they can't get a job, 'cause they missing the degree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas