This is a song about "Drones"

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Cattle to the slaughter they all wander like drones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goverment spying on me with drones