This is a song about "Band theory"

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

On they twitter writing novels, see

On my way to the top with theory,

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town