This is a song about "Air jordans"

I can smell it in the air

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

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

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

With that weed in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air