This is a song about "Types of triangles"

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Of which im not exactly proud of,

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Thoughts of immortality

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I conquer in all types and ways

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

We're two different types of romance,

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything

Of being of always getting wired

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here