This is a song about "Right triangles and trigonometry"

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Constantly mashing the 'generate verse' button to try and find something right

And yall niggas right the flow

And she gives them a blow

So go on (and) hit the light, tell ‘em it’s my right

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

I know i have to get out and just make things right. (make things right)

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Eat it up and ride right under you.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Come right back, get a mask and uzi

Left side, left side

Im being pulled left and right