This is a song about "Angle relationships"

The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Then the relationships before

Bitch, i was born to ball

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,

Am i dumb or am i smart? from an angle, i'm glad i lost.

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

With knowledge and leverage to angle the desperate

Suspending your body from an angle, of which you dangle,

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle