This is a song about "Chaos theory"

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

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

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

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Wake up we living in a time where chaos is imminent

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Thats the one im serving,no need for theory hit it end today and it will end this way

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

And wait for the chaos to begin for me to stand up