This is a song about "Shapes and angles"

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I'm doing the same thing

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I am the master of me, and my past is what shapes me,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

After that moscato hit

They laugh and scream and leap

Mmg and that's my clique

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Baby, you know who you are