This is a song about "Conspiracy theories"

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

Yal would drop these theories to the cement and he'll still be shooting heroin

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

It's all a conspiracy,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Complex are their theories and their views, the metal speaks,

Each day i feel like einstein ,new rap theories i'm inventing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like