This is a song about "Clones"

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they