This is a song about "Air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

You appear as if you care

With that weed in the air

I'm running out of air

It's how we put it there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Until all the air bubbles have popped.