This is a song about "Vertical angles"

Like they're angles from heaven.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You can't twist this im in line so vertical, down some, up

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I'll come from multiple angles like a cross road intersection

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Didn't listen now your vision is vertical

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Or hell's... whatever... either way ima put a stake to an angles face,

Straight up…. vertical. but i bet it hurts to know

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough