This is a song about "Air gear"

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I stepped up my game, and went up a gear

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And got her room number, you can find me there

The vision is quite clear

Fast lane on that last gear,

I'm running out of air

Right, now you say you don't care

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

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