This is a song about "Air horn"

I'm running out of air

Don't you leave a seed in there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

When i combine the two weapons i get the devil's horn

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

You appear as if you care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

I'm steady well known from here to bel air