This is a song about "Bermuda triangle"

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

I could spin circles around you on any track

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

I'm activated by the moves your making

The new ice cube, motherfuckers hate to like you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route