This is a song about "Force"

Razor grips, laser spit

Its a force of habit,

All the force that i know,

Same bitches used to play me though

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

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

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Bring the battering ram where you live

And the air force scrambles fighters

Talking of the gods you serve

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Build his on coarse, never had rules enforced, he used force

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich