This is a song about "Collision theory"

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Im in my own division, while you dodging this collision,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

For his composition to make collision with victims

I'm killin' off bitches, the shit that i'm spittin's so vicious it hits like a head-on collision

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

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

Y'all could never hurt theory, i'll make y'all niggas fear me,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

I reel them in, goadomes on see