This is a song about "Forced himself to forget"

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

//those forced to sell their bodies and hustle to provide

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

80. your forced to defeat,

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Care about, but i can't seem to forget

Back to my shoes how could i forget

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Or i'll be forced to cleave your tendons

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

It forced me to defend with the force that i inflicted