This is a song about "Force"

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Im higher than obama flyin air force one

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

All while the boyfriend's hand was kept back from unleashing its force

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

And the air force scrambles fighters

The birds i knew flip birds

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Dont force out the fuck yous little bitch