This is a song about "Conspiracy theories"

Hey, must be the money

It's all a conspiracy,

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

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

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend