This is a song about "Air force"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

We've gon so far astray

And force yourself to stay,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

All while the boyfriend's hand was kept back from unleashing its force

They be like where

I'm running out of air

Insult me? i'm blasting with an air force onslaught in your face

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

With that weed in the air

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