This is a song about "Clone"

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

I seem to love these whips - a white

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

I'm just another corporate clone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Time to go back, i guess i liked being a corporate clone.

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

You bitches wanna start shit? i'm out this world like clone wars,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce