This is a song about "Drone strikes"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

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

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

Drone strike on this site call me the government

Fatality... zylo strikes again

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Im lyrical acid/ radio active/ flow strikes like matches/ burning threw ur mattress/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love