This is a song about "Types of triangles"

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

So bare with me im many types of cray.

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life

Created triangles with an eye and loops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Out of mind out of sight

I’ll be back on the same night

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts