This is a song about "Exchange theory"

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

I wasn't trained but ill give you a world of pain for exchange

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

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