This is a song about "Animated brood constituent culminate downright drone goad hanker indulge literate"

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Music is a soldier everyones a drone you're all mediocre

'till that music is imprinted on 'em, programmed like a drone,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Time slowed to unload the overload of nematodes my art is to goad

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

My city animated in blue lights i illustrate pain from helicopter devastation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin