This is a song about "Degree"

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

For my cs degree, at 2 am or something like that.

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I have no killer degree, cause

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra