This is a song about "Force"

I force myself into my old self again,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

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

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

I, rule this place with any method of force

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

The greatest force in the fucken universe

And i've been thinking bout you

Askin for the task force to

Contributing the real shit

Its a force of habit,

Niggas shoot over bitches

I'm a force to be reckoned with