This is a song about "The theory of relitivity"

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

In the face of the outside.

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Y'all could never hurt theory, i'll make y'all niggas fear me,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane