This is a song about "Classifications of triangles"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Thoughts of immortality

Top of my pile of bodies

So if you wanna leave

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Created triangles with an eye and loops

She said my love is outta here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Feeling, of appealing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators