This is a song about "Degree"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

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

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

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,

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

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine