This is a song about "Force"

He might have the same whip

Its a force of habit,

Its aiming right at yah and coming in full force

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Stepping out the spaceship with a mutha fucking task force

What's the deal with the nets though

All the force that i know,