This is a song about "Drone strikes"

Ima murder all these people with lightning strikes as i watch there bodies burn.

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

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

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

I rip the mic your shocked from my immeasurable strikes

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Fatality... zylo strikes again

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Disaster strikes best call hushman the one all the kiddies wanna be like

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind