This is a song about "Congruent triangle theorems"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

The l in his hand to yell in advance

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Just emerged and already rap circles

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Take a chance, my life will get better, ill advance

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Demanding all you rappers, try to rap circles around me,

The kid circles lonely in a dark cold cage.

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her