This is a song about "Drones"

Goverment spying on me with drones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Thought you could dethrone a king//watch my drones// get sent home// before

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Cattle to the slaughter they all wander like drones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

With rappers, crack and gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can