This is a song about "Air force ones"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

// [we're the ones who made you]

I'm no ones admission

Catch you up on places i've been

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Its a force of habit,

Then i force them to cum

It's slight blemishes and life system

Like they not gon' stare

With that weed in the air