This is a song about "Armed forces"

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Nothing would change because of this whiskey that forces it to stay the same

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Searching for some powers in my life to guide me, higher forces,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

He forces me to do these things, once he starts it, my pain begins.

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

I thought it was important to go right into the booth after the argument

Aiming at the opulent armed only with a pen an a paper. armament.

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones