This is a song about "String theory"

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

That anything worth everything it takes a string of time man

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

I've strung a string to stream beneath the seams of scenes an things

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit