This is a song about "Collision theory"

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

You do not want to get in a collision

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Look it something they can't ever see

The collision was bad, she's panting and asking

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

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