This is a song about "Air jacket"

Everyday we live and breathe the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Haha ya got scared when i saw ya hiding underneath your jacket,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Woah there, woah there

With that weed in the air

I can smell it in the air

U got all them drums in there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

I'm running out of air

Three town homes in delaware

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket