This is a song about "Midsegment of a triangle"

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

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

 a little of me and a little of you,

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

You know that love is a very serious thing

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

A understanding of my mentality, and a certain aspect of reality.