This is a song about "String theory"

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

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

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck