This is a song about "Drone strikes"

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Bitch, y'all couldn't bring me down if the entire navy strikes,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Disaster strikes demons follow when you summon the mic,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

You already have two strikes, i'm your third one, your out bitches

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Ooh as the clock strikes twelve i'm sitting

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind