This is a song about "Cloud conspiracy"

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

And i need you to show me love

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Then become a fuckin' addict, wait 'till those days cloud,

And now that i’m getting money

It's all a conspiracy,