This is a song about "Drone"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

And still we've got that deficit, he drone strikes, then severs ties,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Drone strike on this site call me the government