This is a song about "Air force"

Force unleashed poser, better hide in your vans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

And force yourself to stay,

Rub my back, then let me lay

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Don't you leave a seed in there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

With that weed in the air

And if they did, they didn't care