This is a song about "Lies manipulation rituals mark of the beast dirty unorganised illuminati"

Deathly ties , wicked lies , the hallucination of demonic sides.

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Illuminate the room and prepare for lies of satan.

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

What's the point of creating these lies? that's where i'm different

Womanizing to say the least

Patroling for the beast

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I feel death start to smother me, from the weight of all my lies,