This is a song about "The xy theory"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave