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

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Let some in the air and say

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

And the air force scrambles fighters

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And mobb deep was runnin' shook ones, they was meant for this

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Im higher than obama flyin air force one

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/