This is a song about "The xy theory"

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Tryna find the one

The bigger the the fun

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

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

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

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy