This is a song about "Air head"

I can smell it in the air

I said hey, you right there

I'm running out of air

But now it's more declare

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,