This is a song about "Force"

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I force myself into my old self again,

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Its a force of habit,

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

It's really not an issue

Askin for the task force to

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Unstoppable force and you're my target