This is a song about "Family patterns"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Enhancing things randomly like connections with my family

As your family dies, and my family rise

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Or even near to my family

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Once upon a time you were my family

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Or even near to my family

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Better yet they work my every nerve

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

I thought you were family

Dc, man over money