This is a song about "Air duster"

I can smell it in the air

Like they not gon' stare

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I'm running out of air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

No, not on top but down there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air