This is a song about "Joining forces"

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options