B.o.B has been trying to tell us his conspiracy theories for years

One of my favorite things going on on the internet right now is rapper B.o.B’s tweets about the conspiracy theories he believes, most prominently Flat Earth theory and the belief that celebrities are cloned.

To be honest, I hadn’t heard of this dude except for that song “Airplanes” he did with Hayley Williams. So I went on YouTube and looked up some of his songs. He is a pretty good rapper!

I also noticed that a lot of his songs are freaking paranoid. Here’s the most obvious candidate, “Out of My Mind”:

It’s literally a song about how B.o.B thinks he might be insane and should be an asylum because he sees mysterious forces in the universe conspiring against him.

Here’s a sample of the lyrics:

I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m
 I’m out of my, out of my mind
 Out of my fucking mind

And more:

I’m out of my fucking mind, gee, gee, golly, oh my
 I was doing fine, once upon a time
 Then my brain left and it didn’t say bye

 Don’t look at me wrong; I’m out of my mind
 Like Nostradamus and da Vinci combined

 So paranoid of espionage
 I’m watching my doors and checking my blinds
I am psychotic but there is no remedy
What’s going on inside of my head?
 It feels like I’m being John Malkovich

Most interestingly, Nicki Minaj drops a sick rap verse in the song. I have good reason to believe that Nicki Minaj is totally out of touch with reality. Last month, she sang for a brutal dictator and called his daughter an inspiration. Also, like, every interview she’s ever done. It wouldn’t surprise me the slightest if she’s also a Flat Earther.

Also, we should all reevaluate the song “Airplanes” in light of this whole thing. It’s probably about chemtrails.

It also might be about how B.o.B’s friends won’t call him back because every time they hang out, he keeps going on and on about chemtrails. But dammit, B.o.B knows the truth and he’s not giving up.

To go back to a place much simpler than this
 Because after all the partying and smashing and crashing
 And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
 And all the pandemonium and all the madness
 There comes a time where you fade to the blackness

 And when you staring at that phone in your lap
 And you hoping, but them people never call you back

 But that’s just how the story unfolds
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