This is a song about "Collision theory"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

You do not want to get in a collision

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

For his composition to make collision with victims

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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