This is a song about "Air raid siren"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

There must be another route, way out

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

And if they did, they didn't care

I'm running out of air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Better yet they work my every nerve

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance