This is a song about "Air gear"

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Picking up gear from dick's.

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

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

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

And this the endso good luck with your career

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

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

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

I can smell it in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.