This is a song about "Air freshener"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

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

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Believing the screens or anything there