This is a song about "Force"

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

So i went down south but i ended up north

I, rule this place with any method of force

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Oh its over whole time she knows this

See i let my nigga split that

Its a force of habit,

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

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

I'm a force to be reckoned with

The emergency room, gettin stitches