This is a song about "Joining forces"

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

City national bank evolve into shape

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I trust no man, you cant win but u aint joining me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love