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

And power means a price

Right flows down and they might go nice

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

Or i'll withdraw with the force of a snake

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy