This is a song about "Air duster"

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Right, now you say you don't care

I can smell it in the air

And if they did, they didn't care

With that weed in the air

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

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Now "bye" as the duster guards come on sweeping by.

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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