This is a song about "The theory of everything"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

I did everything to be the best

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

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Everything about me tops all of them

On my way to the top with theory,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Everything aint the same, but this is plain,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Accusing us of everything that's considered sinful