This is a song about "95 thesis"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

That day in '95 i had you niggas snooping

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Penetratin' you dick heads in an instant like catheters, my thesis

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Lyrics are a thesis, pumped through speakers