This is a song about "Types of triangles"

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But seemingly believe it though

Return of the king of flow

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

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

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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