This is a song about "Kill illuminati"

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Crave hedonic pleasures, somewhat demonic, not illuminati or masonic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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