This is a song about "We got the forces"

, cuz we're a wild pack of lunatics, we got nice kicks, and man we give the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

But we all got the same rights don't we?

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I just light up and focus

When we got of the bus

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

While we nearly got evicted to be ditched in the cold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

But we got off on the wrong foot