This is a song about "Civil air patrol"

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

But i defend the civil liberties

Got our middle fingers in the air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I'm running out of air

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,