This is a song about "Classifications of triangles"

Now you got a masters

Shaved of the face of the earth

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I think found where your mind was

It's like i'm owner of

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Bun b, i’m underground king

Feeling, of appealing

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle