This is a song about "Air hostess job"

I don't even breathe the same air

No medal here, i'm well aware

And the air force scrambles fighters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

I can smell it in the air

Like they're giving me a rim job

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Who’s job is the abatement

About disaster in the world and