This is a song about "String theory"

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

That anything worth everything it takes a string of time man

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

I like my girls smart, skinny

On my way to the top with theory,

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat