This is a song about "Air forces"

With that weed in the air

Park my plane right there

I can smell it in the air

Turn around and then you flip your hair

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Because it forces you to think about the things that matter.

And now i walk around without a care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

Because you are retarded and you know i will win this dual.

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where