This is a song about "Conspiracy"

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

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

It's all a conspiracy,

Looking at your money

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

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty