This is a song about "I m illuminati"

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

I see so many illuminati sluts it's just so sickening!

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I"m the designated driver

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds