This is a song about "10000 fist in the air"

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And i'm suspended in the air floating

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I can smell it in the air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Season opener, finna be there

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,