This is a song about "96 angles"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Sure he died in 96 n

Can’t you see just how long my run

Like they're angles from heaven.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Or hell's... whatever... either way ima put a stake to an angles face,

Heating up, 96 degrees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

I'll come from multiple angles like a cross road intersection

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception