This is a song about "Conspiracy"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It's all a conspiracy,

Looking at your money

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

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe