This is a song about "Illuminati kills robert"

Illuminati flow & imma keep it going

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Cause my thing something vicious

Needs some kills? then hire us

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see