This is a song about "Polygon"

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Melting walls, just 1st base, find my ganja steps retraced,

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

I'll jump from a slant angle with hatchets and hack at your throat

Nothing to yall but try to see it from my angle of view

Let this happen to me again not her please lord i beg you,