This is a song about "Forces of enlightenment"

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Here i go again, searching for love

I need a backyard full court size

Of the book of your life

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Return of the king of flow

Whip purple and yellow, hello