This is a song about "Theme"

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

On my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme

By blasting up theme parks

Tire marks, tire marks

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I guess every bad leader needs his theme music

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

You need to keep the lights on, do what you have to, move to the beat of rocky theme song

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

To get more attention for the struggling theme

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I am setting a new theme make sure your watching this lead

Throw a rhyme every line,can't follow a theme, fuck a bitch,in her tummy. my dick

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic