This is a song about "Your a mindles drone"

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

These shows be packing tight

Your body with a spike

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

Catchin' all the light

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Raising a kid on your own

On my way back home