This is a song about "Conspiracy"

Fuck that now trying get the money

It's all a conspiracy,

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

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

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

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