This is a song about "Intermolecular forces"

Gravity is the weakest of all forces, perhaps you didn't pass high school,

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

- i cleave with sabres through the dark forces team of mages,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for