This is a song about "We got the forces"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

We emerged from the shadows. showed them what we got. on the date of april

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

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

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes