This is a song about "Drone strikes"

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Disaster strikes demons follow when you summon the mic,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

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

The light strikes the ground and opens a fissure

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

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

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes

I rip the mic your shocked from my immeasurable strikes