This is a song about "Universal forces"

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

An unseen being casting universal curses

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

My styles universal aliens feel it

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

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

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

My styles universal aliens feel it

Fill a glass, discussing universal healthcare

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks