This is a song about "The theory of relitivity"

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

On my way to the top with theory,

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Return of the king of flow

She probably had a reason though

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history