This is a song about "Us air force"

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Og like the prince of bel air,

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Its a force of habit,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I can smell it in the air

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

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

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm running out of air