This is a song about "Types of triangles"

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

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

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

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

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay

Top of my pile of bodies

So if you wanna leave

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,

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

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I've been through many different types of pains, while holding on to the