This is a song about "Illuminati confirmed"

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

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

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole