This is a song about "String theory"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

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

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

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,

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

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

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice