This is a song about "Theories"

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

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

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king