This is a song about "Band theory"

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch//

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

On my way to the top with theory,

Look it something they can't ever see

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Y'all could never hurt theory, i'll make y'all niggas fear me,