This is a song about "Classifications of triangles"

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Feeling, of appealing

About the way i'm feeling

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Instead of living this life of violent crime

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And she would do anything for everything

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Out of this coviction of feelings

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon