This is a song about "The forces"

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

The bigger the the fun

They had a hell of a run

Than the birds on the wire

Took the van, went snatch her

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.