This is a song about "I got the forces"

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Nothing would change because of this whiskey that forces it to stay the same

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Or all the times that i got lit.

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

I'm the shit like i got the shits

You're not usin' your brain

I got here in the game,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I got so much in the bank

You stood me up and i understand