This is a song about "Conspiracy"

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Third ward general, young cash money

It's all a conspiracy,

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

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

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend