This is a song about "String theory"

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

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

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

But that's a theory you must turn off all your tv's to see

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Rather sit on the side than pull every string,

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching