This is a song about "Midsegment of a triangle"

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

 a little of me and a little of you,

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

To liberate yourself, africa

I'm the bastard son of a

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick