This is a song about "Classifications of triangles"

It's like i'm owner of

Ships that sail to distant places

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise

All my love to these queens in here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Return of the king of flow

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Instead of living this life of violent crime