This is a song about "The forces"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes