This is a song about "Civil air patrol"

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Season opener, finna be there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I can smell it in the air

It's how we put it there

I fuck you up so much, i violate your civil liberties.

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides