This is a song about "Kill illuminati"

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

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

Your rhymes while the illuminati is in your mind all the time

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

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