This is a song about "Types of triangles"

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Of being of always getting wired

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

We're two different types of romance,

I feel my work ain't enough

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Top of my pile of bodies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

I try not to obey them at anytime

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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