This is a song about "String theory"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

Make room for the groom married to his music

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

On my way to the top with theory,

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Thats the one im serving,no need for theory hit it end today and it will end this way

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king