This is a song about "Air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

I can smell it in the air

Right, now you say you don't care