This is a song about "A policy of extending a country s power and influence through diplomacy or military force"

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

And power means a price

And real bitches don't respect you

Im a rapper through and through

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I'm a lyrical force, show no remorse, the source of evil

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was