This is a song about "Force"

Askin for the task force to

That means two, between me and you

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

So i went down south but i ended up north

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Bet i'm heavy with that

Its a force of habit,

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich