This is a song about "Air max"

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Might as well prepare

Og like the prince of bel 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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Trying to get max strength

I think you and your friends