This is a song about "Us air force"

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm running out of air

Insult me? i'm blasting with an air force onslaught in your face

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Talking about the god you serve

And the air force scrambles fighters

Og like the prince of bel air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

All the force that i know,

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Its a force of habit,

Then play you all my latest shit