This is a song about "Types of triangles"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I conquer in all types and ways

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Out of mind out of sight

At your best you might

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

We're two different types of romance,

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators