This is a song about "Air jacket"

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I can smell it in the air

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

I like to call that a quick flip

And never should you tear

I'm running out of air