This is a song about "Air head"

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

And now i walk around without a care

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

With that weed in the air

Don't you leave a seed in there

They tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air