This is a song about "Fuck illuminati"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I don't know what to do so i throw some illuminati signs

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

Crave hedonic pleasures, somewhat demonic, not illuminati or masonic

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Now it's all about "the new star illuminati chose"//

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