This is a song about "Degree"

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,

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

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

Ill leave ya with a burn thats third degree

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Especially one to that degree of savagery.

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I receive the degree to my relief

Get off rap pad and get a degree

But make sure if they do see

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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