This is a song about "Air"

With that weed in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

I don't even breathe the same air

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

And the air force scrambles fighters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth