This is a song about "Your a mindles drone"

Lebron number nine's, i ain't trynna floss

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

You just do your thing chick

I only proved your a dick

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your a show without a channel

As i light one for ill will

Raising a kid on your own

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home