This is a song about "Congruent triangle theorems"

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

I could spin circles around you on any track

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Butim still screamin in circles fuck tha free world

Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal

Ha, running rebel on another level

Sittin' here buildin' a pyramid of syllables

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Get it popping like some kernels sipping syrup blowing circles

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Had a threesome in my 6th bar, all in 1 thread