This is a song about "Collision theory"

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

On my way to the top with theory,

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

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

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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