This is a song about "Fuck illumanatii"

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Dc has never seen such progress

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

And, i don't call it fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Love will have you stuck

Ha i don't give a fuck