This is a song about "Types of triangles"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Created triangles with an eye and loops

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

So bare with me im many types of cray.

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I conquer in all types and ways

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

I've got the urge to smite this nerd that types