This is a song about "Should a police force be regularly armed with guns"

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Which is the root of all negative

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

With it, my life is cocked, its like i'm armed with a timer bomb.

But still,i'm a force to be reckoned with

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Its should be a fucking crime

Doctor said i was fine

I'm armed with a 380 on the way to barnum and bailey's

Limited i'm babyit's young money hadeshome of the mic rabies

Like weed smoking's a chore now,jedi with the force wow,

Pac told me fuck the world, i'm bout to cum now

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Said no child about his chores, with a quick force,