This is a song about "Air duster"

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

I don't even breathe the same air

Believing the screens or anything there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.