This is a song about "Classifications of triangles"

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Created triangles with an eye and loops

Thoughts of immortality

While i'm making history

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

Return of the king of flow

Once upon a time not long ago

See boy she been in love

It's like i'm owner of