This is a song about "Acute angles"

Like they're angles from heaven.

Bet i get like 8 of them

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

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

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

To you it seems obtuse, but to me it is acute

Acute, how you try to refute, obtuse fludes like juice dudes sip through in hous-ton/

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one