This is a song about "Degree"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

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

Commitment no not really, and shawty don't be silly

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" 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

The weed in me is real sticky

My game cold, one degree

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

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

Who can only stand new hip-hop to a tolerable degree

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree