This is a song about "Forced love"

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Forced to coat it up, then i wrote it/

Me and my peeps often meet

80. your forced to defeat,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

But now that's forced to bow down to capitalist policies,

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

It forced me to defend with the force that i inflicted

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

They for grossing a bigger business

Now it's their pride they'll be forced to relinquish!

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather