This is a song about "The theory of relitivity"

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The name of the game is

I'm in love with your business

Why we gotta fight

In the face of the outside.

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see