This is a song about "Trinity matrix"

Call it the holy trinity,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She going to borrow some money

I just made a trinity

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Religous with the trinity,near the vicinity,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

But michigan's got the keys to the trinity of rap

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I'm more unreal than if this was the matrix/

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

My matrix was just a check list

That ice be onto my neck and wrist