This is a song about "Air duster"

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Believing the screens or anything there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Dont tie your hair

I'm running out of air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I don't even breathe the same air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

And the air force scrambles fighters

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.