This is a song about "Music theory"

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

The master of this rap shit

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I just wanna make music,

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

Got the passion for the music

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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