This is a song about "Us air force"

Task force tried to hit us for our dope

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

No medal here, i'm well aware

Og like the prince of bel air,

As i take it by force

Alcohol and booty calls

I can smell it in the air

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

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Its a force of habit,

In the midst of a fire pit

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare