This is a song about "Air force one"

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Flow so wet quick some one give me an air dryer

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Then i force them to cum

So muthafuck the system

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

I don't even breathe the same air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Askin for the task force to