This is a song about "Degree"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

The furnace be permanently burning g's to the 3rd degree

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Bitch, they call it motor city

Get off rap pad and get a degree

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Yo you know my flow is so much colder like it's one degree

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

My game cold, one degree

I’m tryna be low key