This is a song about "Conspiracy"

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

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

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

It's all a conspiracy,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history