This is a song about "Air duster"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I'm running out of air

We both grown and i dont care

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Og like the prince of bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

I said hey, you right there

With that weed in the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,