This is a song about "Degree"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I have no killer degree, cause

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

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

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

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

Get off rap pad and get a degree

I delete they history

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

Ye too, but what em did was silly

Ill leave ya with a burn thats third degree