This is a song about "Air force ones and ralph lauren"

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Stoppin' the force and with rappers he's moppin' the floors,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

And there the ones giving out theses illnesses.

I'mma kill the game and invite witnesses

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

Lies right before your eyes and they force you to receive it

And then i saw the air condition

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin