This is a song about "Conspiracy"

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

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

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

It's all a conspiracy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist