This is a song about "Force"

Which is the root of all negative

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Heard that you alright though

All the force that i know,

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

The greatest force in the fucken universe

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice