This is a song about "Classifications of triangles"

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

Hope all over again, we can start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Shaved of the face of the earth

Let's enjoy our younger years

Out of this coviction of feelings

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Thoughts of immortality

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign