This is a song about "A point in a coordinate plane and perpendicular lines"

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

The talent show came, and i wrote a few lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

In between these lines is a undertaking

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

But its mistaking let me give you a correction and point you in the right direction