This is a song about "Air jordans"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I can smell it in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Jordans are a need, aint no shoe game recession

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I mean it's been working but we don't get support like orphans

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare