This is a song about "Types of triangles"

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Out of this coviction of feelings

Bring the battering ram where you live

Thinking of bliss and the good days

I conquer in all types and ways

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

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

Hop in and let me test drive

Of the book of your life

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Instead of living this life of violent crime