This is a song about "Force recon"

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

And force yourself to stay,

Alcohol and booty calls

As i take it by force

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Force unleashed poser, better hide in your vans

Its a force of habit,

That's when you know you doing shit