This is a song about "Drones"

Cattle to the slaughter they all wander like drones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

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

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

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

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

Goverment spying on me with drones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

That ain't meant for civilians, but drones in pakistan,

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan