This is a song about "Forces"

Into fickle forces, we dine with hell and headless corpses.

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Because it forces you to think about the things that matter.

Searching for some powers in my life to guide me, higher forces,

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

He forces me to do these things, once he starts it, my pain begins.