This is a song about "Theories"

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Each day i feel like einstein ,new rap theories i'm inventing

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Yal would drop these theories to the cement and he'll still be shooting heroin

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Complex are their theories and their views, the metal speaks,