This is a song about "Air force a"

And got her room number, you can find me there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Pocket racked up all big faces

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

But still,i'm a force to be reckoned with

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,