This is a song about "Types of triangles"

Credit card late fees

Top of my pile of bodies

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

Out of this coviction of feelings

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Return of the king of flow

Niggas say i'm loco

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Created triangles with an eye and loops

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life