This is a song about "The theory of relitivity"

On my way to the top with theory,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Thinkin of the the dreams

All that ass in your jeans

I used to have a nine to five

Of the book of your life

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

The name of the game is

Cause bitch, i'm big business