This is a song about "Chaos theory"

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I'm chaos given life, my bars were born hectic/

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

Sometimes i think, what i need

Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

But that's a theory you must turn off all your tv's to see

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I black out on the mic and cause chaos

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,