This is a song about "Vertical angles"

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Didn't listen now your vision is vertical

Like they're angles from heaven.

Grown men never should bite their tongue

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

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