This is a song about "My drone"

And still we've got that deficit, he drone strikes, then severs ties,

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

'till that music is imprinted on 'em, programmed like a drone,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------