This is a song about "911 conspiracy"

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's all a conspiracy,

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history