This is a song about "Types of triangles"

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

I’m tryna be low key

Thoughts of immortality

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

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Created triangles with an eye and loops

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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