This is a song about "Classifications of triangles"

Like hoes down in magic city

Thoughts of immortality

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Instead of living this life of violent crime

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Top of my pile of bodies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing