This is a song about "Theory of firi"

Let my angel sing

Feeling, of appealing

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Shaved of the face of the earth

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

Return of the king of flow

Like curses on the radio

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

Of being of always getting wired

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired