This is a song about "Air max 95"

And now i'm amplifying my shit, turing it to the max,

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

I used to sell them things in triangles

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

And now i walk around without a care

With that weed in the air

Right, now you say you don't care

Park my plane right there

I can smell it in the air