This is a song about "Air gear"

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

With that weed in the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

If you still wanna go, i'll put in gear,

Do not attempt to interfere