This is a song about "The love or feeling protects the singer like a force field"

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

Wood chain with a jesus

I was feeling like "it's love"

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

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Feeling like a pastor on the road back from damascus

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Or i'll withdraw with the force of a snake

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast