This is a song about "Air jordans"

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

I don't even breathe the same air

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

See i let my nigga split that

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

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Or at least inquire similar desires

And the air force scrambles fighters

Everyday we live and breathe the air

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.