This is a song about "Illuminati diss"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Babe you know it gets no better than this

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Spit a poem or a diss

Aight santana man...let's do this

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

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

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

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

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

Illuminati flow & imma keep it going