This is a song about "95 thesis"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

This is my thesis my minds a puzzle and i'm losing the pieces,

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

And don't go around convincing folks your thesis is right

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

So guess what my thesis was? "don't judge a book by it's cover, or you will be left to wonder"

Talking of the gods you serve

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Check the thesis, reese's pieces result

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

If you believe it, my thesis is you're a dummy.. or

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Whole time, a little more girls

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers