This is a song about "Force"

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Im the force ,youll motherfuckers cant be

And the air force scrambles fighters

The birds i knew flip birds

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Stepping out the spaceship with a mutha fucking task force

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Said no child about his chores, with a quick force,

And force yourself to stay,

Im im on tha way