This is a song about "Air forces"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Searching for some powers in my life to guide me, higher forces,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Gravity is the weakest of all forces, perhaps you didn't pass high school,

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

A life where we don't need no welfare

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air