This is a song about "Right triangles and trigonometry"

And i like my marijuana bright

Im being pulled left and right

Life is too short to decide what's wrong and what's right

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Gotta protect yourself from what's wrong and right

Created triangles with an eye and loops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

And i dont try everyday, ya right.

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

And don't go around convincing folks your thesis is right

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light