This is a song about "Force"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Im the force ,youll motherfuckers cant be

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Preaching to the choir though

All the force that i know,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I force myself into my old self again,

Car seats got screens in them

Then i force them to cum

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

No more splurging on fitteds at goliath

I'm a force to be reckoned with