This is a song about "Conspiracy"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

It's all a conspiracy,

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink