This is a song about "Types of triangles"

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Out of this coviction of feelings

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Instead of living this life of violent crime

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

I conquer in all types and ways

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

So bare with me im many types of cray.

Created triangles with an eye and loops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots