This is a song about "Intermolecular forces"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

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

Bitch this shit is for every fuckin' kid who never played it cool,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game