This is a song about "Collision theory"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

The collision was bad, she's panting and asking

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Bitch, they call it motor city

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history