This is a song about "Collision theory"

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Sometimes i think im going too fast that ima end up in a collision,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

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