This is a song about "Civil air patrol"

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Og like the prince of bel air,

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Talking of the gods you serve

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

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

But i defend the civil liberties

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave