This is a song about "Air"

I said hey, you right there

I can smell it in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Multiple middle fingers in the air