This is a song about "Air force"

I'm running out of air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Og like the prince of bel air,

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And the air force scrambles fighters

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere