This is a song about "Airport illuminati"

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

I see so many illuminati sluts it's just so sickening!

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Throwing up illuminati signs just for attention

I don't know what to do so i throw some illuminati signs

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Illuminati flow & imma keep it going

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king