This is a song about "The theory of relitivity"

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

The name of the game is

They are the coaches in this

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

In the face of the outside.