This is a song about "Drone"

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

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

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Drone strike on this site call me the government

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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