This is a song about "Collision theory"

On my way to the top with theory,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

The collision was bad, she's panting and asking

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Your own ''divisions'' can't take the collision of the precision that i've driven

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

A mission so when i hit the game i hope its a fatal collision

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say