This is a song about "Drones clones honeycombs"

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Goverment spying on me with drones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cattle to the slaughter they all wander like drones

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they