This is a song about "The xy theory"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The more battles the better the flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one