This is a song about "Armed forces"

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

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

Into fickle forces, we dine with hell and headless corpses.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

The harmless youth are armed to shoot, it's the kids' cries i hear,

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes