This is a song about "Theory of firi"

Top of my pile of bodies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Y'all could never hurt theory, i'll make y'all niggas fear me,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Thats the one im serving,no need for theory hit it end today and it will end this way

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

Shaved of the face of the earth

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Of which im not exactly proud of,

And panned out, i'm all in love